Idaho

歌曲 Idaho
歌手 These Arms Are Snakes
专辑 Oxeneers or The Lion Sleeps When Its Antelope Go Home

歌词

The sun rose on the understay
With a click of a switch
The sub canopy roared when the
Business sign read open in neon lights
Climbing vines up desk, stools, pygmies and bats
Timecards and paychecks
The apes howl when you push the buttons in their stomachs
Hands play cymbals after a wind of a gear
The beetles and the birds
Are all pollinating flowers grown in the gardens of mansions
I am the primate that swings from the man made apparatus
I am the vines that grow underneath florescent lights from carpeted floors
I am the primate that swings from the man made apparatus
I am the vines that grow underneath florescent lights from carpeted floors
Let me climb these painted walls
And flourish in this man made habitat
Electronic talking parrots
Eating toothpicks as a mating ritual
The beast prays on its employees
And eats on their summer's harvested fruits
The lion sleeps when its antelope go home
I am he primate that swings
From the man made apparatus
I am the vines that grow underneath
Florescent lights from carpeted floors
I am he primate that swings
From the man made apparatus
I am the vines that grow underneath
Florescent lights from carpeted floors
I am he primate that swings
From the man made apparatus
I am the vines that grow underneath
Florescent lights from carpeted floors
I am he primate that swings
From the man made apparatus
I am the vines that grow underneath
Florescent lights from carpeted floors
Give me the sun before the night
Give me my wrong,
I forfeit the right
Give me the sun before the night
Give me my wrong,
I forfeit the right
Give me my kill and pay me well
Give me my pay, so
I will pay my bills
Give me my kill and pay me well
Give me my pay, so
I will pay my bills
Hear this
My life has become dry because of you
Insomnia, paranoia, anxiety
Dependence, relentless, worthlessness
You stole all my love
You stole all my love
You stole all my love
And I want it back
We are animals swinging
Too far towards distant vines