Premonitions/Demolitions

Back in the bathroom
Lost my libido
Waiting to work
Waiting to work

Christmas is casting
Put up the patterns
Wading to work 
Wading to work

Look at your limit
Run to the rim
Wasted to work
Wasted to work

Wake in the weaning
Mistake the meaning
Waiting to work
Waiting to work
Waiting to work
Waiting to work
Waiting to work
Waiting to work




Attach the apron
Butcher your bacon
Wagging to work
Wagging to work

Tip out the tulips
Jump in the junip'
Waking to work
Waking to work

Freedom is forced
Down the drainpipes
Wanking to work
Wanking to work

Bank in the bastard
Put on the pasta
Waiting to work
Waiting to work
Waiting to work
Waiting to work
Waiting to work
Waiting to work







Never say never
Don't say don't
Wooing to work 
Wooing to work

Crawl up the crescent
Chip at the cheese
Waning to work
Waning to work

Whip at the widow
Flip off the father
Weeping to work
Weeping to work

Die to the danger
Aggregate anger
Wanting to work
Wanting to work
Wanting to work
Wanting to work
Wanting to work
Wanting to work

Waiting To Work

Macerate the monument 
That is my mouth
Pulverise the pedestal of my person

And if there's something left
Baby, if there's something left behind
Make sure it don't leave the test alive

Make sure that I do not solidify
I'm afraid that 
That is not good science

And if I am in bed
Sleeping and you're overhead
Make sure that you bring me down the knife

And if the day won't shut
It's blinding white red summer up
There's orders to carry down the light


Was all that required?
You probably ask yourself
From one pro to another, you were fine

You didn't see that thing
You know you did
I've done the equation a thousand times

Do you remember 
How we did goodbyes
You'd turn around and give the cutest curtsey 

And I'd give you my emblem 
To display round wide
Say, "consider it a professional courtesy"

You'd go "thank you Mr but I ain't Interested in your mission"
And dragged your wagon back back down the line


Two left tongues left deep in my lizard skull
One that tells the truth
And one the lies

And if you asked me honey
Which one's been licking your eyes
I'd only tell the truth inside disguise

Turn away, please turn away
Please put on your turniquet 
It's time to reveal the hidden passage

Sleeptalk you the code
And I'll sleepwalk you to the hole
Where I sourmashed the memoirs of our marriage

And in varying states
Of consciousness we'll stand and state
We remember how we did the old goodbyes

Bedside Mannerisms

Oh Rachel
Will you provide?
While I harvest deadstock
All the way down to the River Nile
And in the Amazon
Well it's been raining wide
So I put on Teflon
And I grab your hand and we run and hide
And it feels like money
Just got the best of us
Didn't it honey?
Don't we look dumb?
Oh Rachel 
In a Coca Cola hat
You gave us Hancock
We won't hand it back, we know much better than that
And what are you stamping on
If not the flames of revolution?
Run like Naruto does
And you try and fail to write down our names
And it feels like money
Got the better of us
Didn't it honey?
Didn't we look dumb?
You were unguarded
Parched and pregnable
We went out gunning
We really needed a mum
Oh Rachel 
Could you bring us board?
Could you tuck us in tonight?
Wake us and win us the war, don't wanna fight it at all
And I know that something's
Gotta give it up
So I'll keep on punting
Till we're outta luck and we're outta love
And we're outta bucks and we're outta guns
And we're outta touch

Rachel

I couldn't pay to you a sum enough
To warrant walking out the house
Then I caught you bleeding round the corner of the shop
I found you pleading to the cops
You said "Enough's enough
I'm on the up and up
And I ain't never coming down"
I couldn't write you out a ticket
That could exhume you of that terrible spirit
You put it in yourself
After it came out the bottle
After the bottle flew right off the shelf
You my baby, are a precious stone
I set pickaxe to you, until you are but bonemeal
And we plant it on the junkies and we hand it to the man who orders:
Fire it 'pon the metallic monkeys
Why's it gotta be so sudden?
Why's I gotta be so drunken?
And all of it in front of my flunkies
It's times like these when I can't measure mutiny
Prepare the popular thing to believe
Make sure I'm set to leave
A sprinters start
A winners heart
Is full of just the darkness
Of paralysis in the park
Anyway,
The road outside's burnt barren
Bloody with black batons
With the ballot bare just down there where we choose the next big baron
And I wonder what'll happen
When there's no floor for our feet
But until then I will be yelling jiayou to the street

Waiting To Work

Griffin Ford