Lord Monsoon Lyrics

This isn't college, this isn't home

This is a travesty, absence of amnesty, out of the safe zone

So I work it out

But it ain't a job

I'm in absolute misery muscularly and indefinitely

I would try to keep you out

But there are no doors in this house

Don't think twice

Ah but fuck it pick your brain

It don't feel good

But you do it anyway

And the pickings so good

And bloods thicker than wood

So I work it out

But it ain't a job

And nothing's ever tasted so good

As the throes of childhood

With sleep on the side like frozen fries

The Doors score and bore this house

The floorboards plead and screech at the rout

Do not think twice

Ah but fuck it pick your brain

It don't feel good

But you do it anyway

This is not college, no

This isn't home

My only hope

Stained, drained, drowned and torn apart

Old days start anew