Types of Apes - Boring Faces

Should have listened for once
To the desolate child
Went deaf in a cave of silence
Broke all devices
And the time ran out
For the man who could bend chromium
Bloody winds
Gnaw at boring faces

And the dust devils they spin
As the stray dogs feed
Burnt-out Chevy skeletons smoke
Abodes for lonely spirits
And the beggar sings
Such a subterranean gentleman's swan song
Bloody winds
Gnaw at boring faces

Did I black out?
Do something unspeakable?
Formidable?
Cos here we stand in the strangest places
Did I black out?
Do something impermissible?
Inhospitable?
Cos now I stare at boring faces

Dust devils spin
As the stray dogs feed
And the beggar sings

Did I black out?
Do something unspeakable?
Formidable?
Cos here we stand in the strangest places
Did I black out?
Do something impermissible
Unforgivable
Cos now I stare at boring faces

Did I black out?

Written by:
John Emslie

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