Lyrics For "The Song You Sing"

i feel lopsided
have mercy would you please
have mercy for me my lord

i feel sullen
like a bruise
a peach that dropped
brown and soft
dim the lights oh lord would you

i feel torrential
a problematic spinning top
spun on glue and slime
please hold the door cause here i come

let's go out for some grim
appetizer plates and Spanish wine
now there's nothing grim about Spanish wine
you don't know Spanish wine

i feel Herculean
like a sandwich built for 5
a dozen kinds of meat
overflow parking shuck and jive

i want the sun
bidding starts at 1
kick me in the buns
temple of doom and indiana too