If my body starts to fail while i'm out at the bar
Carry me to the county line, I know it's not that far.
The ceiling's black as fuck. I felt St. Patrick's ghost.
I remember that I haven't changed at all.
I'll rent a limousine just to flex at my ten year reunion.
I'm in magazines. That's my body you're eating at the Sunday communion.
Ipecac in the punch bowl. Let's see what you're made of.
Guy who used to call me names, what are you afraid of?
You got the cash, You got the clothes.
You got the girl and we all know that I still live with my mom and dad.
I'll rent a limousine just to flex at my ten year reunion.
I'm in magazines. That's my body you're eating at the Sunday communion.
Welsh art-rock group HMS Morris make music full of plot twists; explosive, colorful rhythms can turn into shadowy introspection on a dime. Bandcamp New & Notable Dec 22, 2020