Mr. Mickfield And The Skeletones Lyrics

As of this moment I am living two lives up goes the down

slope, trying to uphold the bonds and bones that hold the

upper most throne. Could I be the king once and future, or

then again, I could be the clown, the paralyzed mountain

climber. Barely rhyming to survive, sometimes the show

live can feel like concrete that, to retreat from, I pay fifty

bucks and then some. Back and forth, bus trips and bus

stops (like Q-Tips without tops) forget the co-op, I'm

repackaged into box. In a month I will be restocked and

resold for fifty bucks and then told to pay my own ransom

or lose my traction and forget about this jester juggling

action and over-exaggeration.

I'm losing new friends for best friends

and my lonely life for only love

but it's been said by past live pound sounds

"music would watch you drown"

and stick around to catch the fire of another

right now this music is drowning me

in a sea of "hellos" and "goodbys" and "beep beeps" that fly by

where I'm from people mean "fuck you"

when the words are "hello, and how do you do?"

Look at me drinking so much ginseng ice tea that

I'd swear I've peed the orient in a sea of energy

rapidly siphoning me

if you could be me then you could swim in this sound

I'll be the only one who cares

in music I'll drown

*microphone

stable bone

in this shaky

skeletone*

Am I trading two lives for a million or a million lives for two

Oh yeah! a boo boo I forgot I am mathematically dyslexic

this vexing's hectic hexed and perplexed erect then wreck my

own respect detected and then detached -a sec- I need a mic

check to forget and infect this outlet is getting worn and torn

I tear and tear my hair from head instead of red and blue my

colors are sinking sorry

*microphone

stable bone

in this shaky

skeletone*

TAKE SHELTER 'cause we're gonna explode

(uh uh)

You know, we might implode the

They're taking shelter

and this is their last chance

to grow eyes.