Lyrics Mallwalking - Cymbals Eat Guitars

Mallwalking

Back in '99
After Columbine
I had the strangest dream
Liquid angels swam thru the halls of
Waretown Elementary
Teaching us little hicks new ways to exist
New ways to see
Way out there in the dark space
Between the galaxies
My friend Jimmy was sitting next to me
Then suddenly he was not
And when they got to me
Asked if I believed
I said «believe in what?»
Then I woke up
Mama take me mallwalking
You know that I’m an empty kid
You buy me stuff to try and fill me up
But I think I am bottomless
All the daddies drive every Friday
Way out past oyster creek
Put their pickup trucks
In a semicircle
Pass the pints of rye whiskey
With the ghosts of original people
Dancing in halogen blue
Then I came to
Mama takes me mallwalking
She knows that I’m an empty kid
She buys me stuff to fill me up
But I think I am bottomless
Mama sing a song to me
When it’s time to put the dog to sleep
You are strong when we are weak
Keep the name tags on your key ring