Lyrics Gut Pageant - Kristin Hersh

Gut Pageant

That fine fever brought us here
Lambasted eyeballs
When we kiss the dirt
The orchids laugh
What a gut pageant
We could play for hours
What a gut pageant
Meat for the flowers
You break out of a paper bag
And wake up on the street
Just kidding
You dont have to go
I asked him why the grass is blue
And stray boys dont go home
Why four a.
ms so screwy
He says sleep through it What a gut pageant
We could play for hours
What a gut pageant
Meat for the flowers
Not too special not too strange
Just the way I like em You find an empty promise and stick by it Not too pretty, not too sweet
Just the way I like you
When you kiss the dirt
The orchids laugh, harder than me Tell me another one
I could sit for hours
When anyone laughs
I know Im a coward
What a gut pageant
We could play for hours
When we kiss the dirt
The orchids laugh, harder than me.