Subtle feat. Fog Swansong Meat song lyrics

I suppose, when you wake up

And the dream you goes dodo

You will find, in your front pocket

One of those stubby golf pencils

Convincing living,

That you, yourself is convinced of living

Till your kidneys can’t clean the convinced

out of your true blue blood stream

And are you not now, professionally hoodwinked

An easy street penis throbbing down breezy streets

In a b-line like, easy like, bees like, brokedown icecream truck’s leaks

(x2)

Convincing

You see, however so slightly permanent,

these have been things sung that will never be songs

(x4)

Oh (x6)

Oh, I suppose,

Not swansongmeat,

mor bit nails spit,

with strips of skin from chickens' lips,

Not wet concrete,

No stolen sleep,

When the water is sheets and bleeding sheep

Hung horrible hymns to a durable beat, and re-recordable grief

(x4)

Oh, I suppose