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Blake Rouse - American Lawn lyrics

Artist: Blake Rouse

album: Monochrome Butterfly Land


They get naked and swim in my sweat
Hand in hand with a dogs breath
In a garden that's overgrown
An indescribable mindset
And in subliminal time kept with a velveteen overcoat
It's all criminal I see
And I hear liminal eyes speak to me
Softer and show me home
Manifesting nightly
It sprouts a glass ivy
All tight and it won't let go
I'll take a knee I'll take a chemical shower
I'll give up all my power
I'll pay to work the hour
I'll fix the inlays on a ivory tower
I'll shut the Eisenhower down
I'm a rusty knife, I'm exposed bone
I'm an old man, I'm a catacomb
I'm a dog pound, I'm a fishing pole
With a harmonica for teeth
I'm a seven-foot-six ventriloquist
In the crypt of a sadomasochist
I'm a statue made of cold iron and bronze
I'm a goddamn American lawn
It's grown old and it worries me
No home for an enemy
On land that my father stole
And I can't jump with this gravity
It's latched on like a battery
With a package of Marlboros
I'll take a knee, I'll take a mind eraser
I wanna raise the rafters
I'll watch them draft the Dodgers,
While I dodge the drafters
All hail the cookie cutter crown
I'm a perfectionist and a hypocrite
I'm a dropout looking for a doctorate
I'll buy anything from the internet
I'm a telemarketers dream
I'm at the bottom of the highest cliff
But I got stilts so I can reach the top of it
I dream that I'm dead every night until dawn
And I'm scared for the ones around me
I hate that I'm sleeping soundly
I watch my close surroundings
And wrap Uncle Sam's arms around me
I'll jump head first into the fire
I got cuff links and canon balls
I'm a pharmacist with coke withdrawals
I watch baseball in a pay phone stall
I wish Jesus Christ was alive
My hands are melting my tendon's cut
There's bugs in my ears and my mouth's sewn shut
It's hurts but they still ask is something wrong
In my goddamn American lawn

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