Buttercoat Hanger (Tonkins)
Perceiving death is in the trash
Especially listening to alcatraz
but when the shuttle makes its stash
The camera has but one last flash
language!
BUTTERCOAT HANGER!
BUTTERCOAT HANGER!
BUTTERCOAT HANGER!
The rocks of rolling bandages
are eating our fresh sandwiches
our life drifts through our own stages
while it's trapped in bovine cages
reef away!
BUTTERCOAT HANGER!
BUTTERCOAT HANGER!
BUTTERCOAT HANGER! It sits alone waiting
waiting for the day where it will rain
tempting the threads that hang over your head
while flowing a harpoon cane (SOAR! SOAR! SOAR!)
\m/
Perceiving death is in the trash
Especially listening to alcatraz
but when the shuttle makes its stash
The camera has but one last flash
language!
BUTTERCOAT HANGER!
BUTTERCOAT HANGER!
BUTTERCOAT HANGER!
The rocks of rolling bandages
are eating our fresh sandwiches
our life drifts through our own stages
while it's trapped in bovine cages
reef away!
BUTTERCOAT HANGER!
BUTTERCOAT HANGER!
BUTTERCOAT HANGER! It sits alone waiting
waiting for the day where it will rain
tempting the threads that hang over your head
while flowing a harpoon cane (SOAR! SOAR! SOAR!)
\m/