A man should die gaunt, And not bloated and overdone, There should be new words hidden, In the shadows on his face, And like a wine glass, in a perfect pitch, he breaks,
We're being dumped into order out of buckets of sea salt, What was the first condiment?
But always one rose grows though a littered lot of gravel, Or we're struck dumb and doomed when it doesn't
Flowers are how plants laugh, And not by joke or to ridicule, I never saw my parents, Try to make a thing like me
In time in the bathroom mirror, [ Why? Lyrics are found on www.songlyrics.com ] I learned to accept my body.
I got jumped into living by a coven of midwives, Under a dracula-caped eclipse, Like cutting through watermelon meat with a wire, You shoot sick from the hip and never miss.
All the things inside me i assume, Are doing what they need to be doing,
And always one rose grows though a littered lot of gravel, Or we're struck dumb and doomed when it doesn't. Always one rose grows though a littered lot of gravel, Or we're struck dumb and doomed when it doesn't.