Lyrics The Weeping Bogeyman - Guided By Voices

The Weeping Bogeyman

«Make it» comes alive in my private glass tent, oh yeah
A portable mortuary
Going, going, but not yet gone
'Cause when it does
It does, and then
The ancient practice of mourning the phantom
Do you really think he would choose to inhabit
The pore where his container was planted?
Can’t imagine that