Philo's Snag Lyrics

the twisting of God's nerves

and the laughing gas face

and a world relied on

cannot save me a place



extinct from the ocean

and sucking, like lambs,

on air too thick...



I'm nervously hanging...

still magically here

I'm comfortably worried

that we've poisoned the well...



we all share the ground

and the food we eat

and the nails we hang from...

have been kept clean...



I hate to confess...

but the rats won the race

and in all this confusion...

we, nervously, somehow,

emptied our plates

and it's a wonder that anything

turns us on at all...



I'm nervously hanging...

still magically here

and, stupidly, somehow,

just singing along...



you've once heard the notion

the whales must be saved

well, build them a theme park,

and teach them to beg



down by the black pond

all tired and still

the birds have gathered

they magically circle

carefully, though,

I'm certain they've noticed...

we've poisoned the well



and I'm patiently hanging...

from a delicate bough

and it's a wonder that anything

still shocks me at all...