peel up the floor boards and bar the iron stormdoors, seal up the floodgates, and burn the ancient folklore, tear the pages out the books and never look back to the crooked little smiles that set flame to the shack
welcome to the university of lost at sea, we will not go down quietly, make noise just to listen to it breathe
hey there your majesty we spit upon your floor of absentee
im searching for a needle in a cemented brick wall and i aint got an umbrella for when the sky's fall and dont expect anything serious to come out of my mouth because im sirius im burning down the home and selling the house and if you need a place to meet me its up in the clouds
there is a hidden creek a little ways down from here
exactly where it leads is a little bit unclear
hey you let me tell you the news ive got an ace in my sleeve and in my soul the blues
hey you let me sing you the blues ive got a rock in my shoes and nothing new in my news