Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Building The Ark , by - Slaughter Beach, Dog. Song from the album Motorcycle.jpg, in the genre АльтернативаRelease date: 13.07.2017
Record label: Lame-O
Song language: English
Building The Ark |
| I open my eyes and it’s November |
| And I am in a freight elevator |
| And I’m in Las Vegas, but I haven’t won any money |
| And everyone here is wearing clothing that I find confusing |
| And I wonder if they’ve won any money |
| Jeff tells me it’s not the drugs |
| It’s Monday morning and you can’t get up |
| When your degree is staring daggers from the wall |
| Somewhere sunk inside your heart |
| There is a teensy tiny part of you that sure could use some coffee |
| I open my eyes, and I am sweating |
| I must have been dreaming |
| That punch I threw was just embarrassing |
| And all my dreams are always violent, but I’m not violent |
| So in my dreams I’m not so good at fighting |
| There’s this one where you and I |
| Are making brilliant love inside a 7−11 just past the city |
| And I can’t save us when that guy |
| Gets up and jumps out from behind the counter |
| Gun in hand and grinning |
| Tell my sister I am with her wherever she may go |
| If not pulpit then sure as shit, where she leads I’ll follow |
| Watch the corn grow in Ohio |
| Let our kids grow strong and smart |
| Playing intramural sports while we build the ark |