Preposterous Happenings Lyrics

Healthy handles of deep red wine

No sense of time

Sickly handfuls of shallow yellow glow

Don't make me go

And I don't sleep no more

Awoke deep to my core

And I can't speak like I used to do before

Things I've only heard about

Juxtaposition

Works of pure fiction

Don't boast what they seem to be to me

Coat racks and black smoke stacks don't care for facts

Fruit snacks wrapped in their packs of tin

Don't see you sin

And I don't smoke no more

The police broke my door

And I don't see folks like I used to do before

Things I've only dreamt about

Plastic religions

Carrier pigeons

Don't boast what they seem to be to me

Things I've only heard about

Juxtaposition

Works of pure fiction

Don't boast what they seem to be to me

Things I've only dreamt about

Just a position

Works of pure fiction

Just don't boast what they seem to be

No they don't boast what they seem to be

They'll never boast what they seem to be to me