Buck the Taxidermist - HOLY MOLY

I took a crack at the thermostat the resistance don't look right
Maytag blues and a pile of screws and a kid screaming through the night
but the line's still straight from the fence to the gate
I can hang my pain to dry
and I don't need a clock to tell me I'm late for the news to tell when I'll die
HOLY MOLY

And I don't give a rip about the chips let 'em fall, let 'em fry, who cares?
I'll save money by drinking less and letting you cut my hair
but the line's still straight from the fence to the gate
I can hang my pain to dry
and I don't need a clock to tell me I'm late for the news to tell when I'll die
HOLY MOLY

When they finally dig us up a thousand years from now
sifting through our T.V. dinners with a furrowed brow
Flip past fossiled fingertips finding holocenic eyes
Such elastic lies in a plastic prize

Written by:
Kyle Ayres

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