Lyrics Nezt - Dead Man Ray

Nezt

I hid my thruth between your lies
I stroke the bulb with hands that smelled like cod
I broke my windows and my jaw
I chew the pine pits straight into my velvet strut
well I only stroll to rectify
footprints switched to serial to divert the mud
from dandy hill to rasor lane
the picknick warning signals uncle Tommie’s hut
If we could walk a thinner rope
I’ld sharpen my teeth just to bite down your stretching hope
welcome / welcome / welcome / welcome
the plastic mining union blokes
hold their lunchbox to their veggie god
the hen race ended up in Spain
the fight was fixed and the loser was a rancho snob
the model c ford coughs a cow
the pigeon cancer shows his postrock but
welcome red-eyed rhino welcome fortune-telling fun
while the keepers of conduct call the cradle for permission to run
welcome to my error and welcome to my trial
I’m pulling up a seat to say welcome to the gifted stud
welcome to the choir that interrogates my luck
welcome to the ceremony welcoming these gifted sluts