The Room Outside Lyrics & Tabs by Mini Mansions
The Room Outside
guitar chords lyrics
Through all the circuitry we'll find time
Symmetrical moments in mind
Those eyes begin to think
Styrofoam magic marker moons or tombs
Superglue all your pretty wounds
Though I begin to drink
Milk from a dead end star, astro-physically out of shape
Waking up the metal mercenary, suffocating in the room outside
Paper mache manawar-lords of course
Plastic champagne and sliding doors
Those eyes begin to think
Planetal Targets in my mind, sometimes
Losing perspective on my kind.
Milk from a dead end star, astro-physically out of shape
Have you met the jewel architect, he's burning slowly in the room outside
Losing perspective on my kind.
Milk from a dead end star, astro-physically out of shape
Have you met the jewel architect, he's burning slowly in the room outside
CRIME OF THE SEASON
Gown down on a mister mold
Fried Eyed, who you think you are?
One's man, one's money
Gore tied to the centerfold
Show and tell me your omens (so many dogs)
Salmonella you're golden (so many dogs)
So you better get it around
Vacant pageant, yo-yo gods
Caught in the moment
I pity on the underboss
To show me your name
Kerosene just for drinking (so many dogs)
Cut kaleidoscope blinking (so many dogs)
While you're passing all my test tube dummies,
You knock around the guts on the front-page funnies
Croquet promenade
Gown down on a mister mold
Fried Eyed, who you think you are?
One's man, one's money
Gore tied to the centerfold
Asleep in the deep end (so many dogs)
Little garden of Eden (so many dogs)
Pagan, raven, no one's ark
Petty addendum
Our pity is beyond desire, to suck on the rain
Sucker punch if you let us (so many dogs)
Sayonara vendettas (so many dogs)
Cause it's Polly to Paulie, you're fickle and floating away
But now she feels so scared.
Croquet promenade, they know what they are
I pity on the underboss to give me a reason, they know what they are
Our pity is beyond desire, it's the crime of the season, they know what they are
MONK
If I promise that I'll be real good you wanna take me out
No touching or feeling anything
If I promise that my hands don't move, you wanna tuck me in
No touching or feeling anything
If I promise that my legs stand still, you wanna run your mouth
No touching or feeling anything
If I promise that my head don't spin, you want a piece of my mind
No touch or feeling
Whatchu two timing for? (Avatar) I'm on my way, I'm alive.
I think you started in my head, but I'd stop anything for you.
If I promise that my nose don't bleed, you wanna cut my chase
If I promise our eyes don't lock, you wanna steal my soul
Fall asleep at the door committing a statutory folklore, you let yourself
Faking out the mall lines, sucking up your cosigns, poster prima-don't minds
