Father Frogboy - Tanqueray Heartbreak

It's surreal that I still feel the way I do
And it's all thanks to you
You're like a cancer grew inside my mind
No answer to these questions mine
Or all these issues on my mind
So barman, can I have a half a no. 10 with lime
Cos I've been pumped up and then bursted
Got my hopes up, got deserted
Baby that's the way I hurt me
So fuck it, I'll drink another half of no. 10
And pump my stomach

Desert dunes dumped down my throat
By bloated women wearing cloaks
Concealing writhing limbs
With mouths that try to eat my soul
Let me look out the opaque window
To worms with wings and giant blue flamingos
Eating up the moon with bladed teeth
Yeah that's how things go
In my now real dreams
By some surreal means things stopped being
Quite as they seemed
A long time ago

It's surreal that I still feel the way I do
And it's all thanks to you
You're like a cancer grew inside my mind
No answer to this sacred rhyme
And time and time again
Open up the no. 10
That's become my only friend

Don't be a burden on the Queen of Limbs
Who ate her husband and then ate her twin
So make yourself a useful subject, subject others
To the terror masterminded by our eight-legged mother
Subject others to the horror cosmic
Tended by our unborn brothers
Covers conceal the ancient lovers
In their embrace the ancient universes choked and smothered
And from their union the new stars were ushered
But you turned them into stone
With your gaze and now unknown
Are the days before the days
When lightening bloomed across our homes

It's surreal that I still feel the way I do about you
So thank you
For showing me that there's a world
Beyond the world I thought I belonged to
One second, let me finish up the second no. 10
And then I'll take a second stomach pump
And then put down my pen
Or so I said
But the writing will never end

Written by:
George Easton

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