Gut Pageant lyrics

Song information

Artist: Kristin Hersh
Album: Strange Angels

Lyrics

That fine fever brought us here..
Lambasted eyeballs..
When we kiss the dirt the orchids laugh..
What a gut pageant, we could play for hours..
What a gut pageant, meat for the flowers..
You break out of a paper bag, and wake up on the street..
Just kidding..
You don't have to go..
I asked him why the grass is blue and stray boys don't go home..
Why 4 a.m.'s so screwy..
He says "sleep through it"..
What a gut pageant, we could play for hours..
What a gut pageant, meat for the flowers..
Not too special not too strange..
Just the way I like 'em..
You find an empty promise and stick by it..
Not too pretty not too sweet..
Just the way I like you..
When you kiss the dirt the orchids laugh harder than me..
Tell me another one..
I could sit for hours..
When anyone laughs I know I'm a coward..
When we kiss the dirt the orchids laugh harder than me..

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