What′s an honest way to keep my head on straight?
My crooked bones break every year
I’m the bottom drawer
Where all′s forgot and stored
And it’s getting pretty crowded over here
Of the soil
And Standard Oil
Love tying myself into knots
Believe my own intrusive thoughts
Don’t mention good intentions
What direction′s up?
So what can tragedy do for me now?
Surely nothing I was in the dark about
Some untoward joke
You laughed before you spoke
You′d better spit before you burn your mouth
A stifled heartbeat
Born in buckwheat
And canned in a C suite
Love tying myself into knots
Believe my own intrusive thoughts
Don’t mention good intentions
What direction′s up?
Misery’s the pairing:
Comfort and comparing
Suburban trauma like a curse
Choking plastic dust in
Standard fair disgusting
You′re right I guess things could be worse
Love tying myself into knots
Believe my own intrusive thoughts
Don’t mention good intentions
What direction′s up?
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Charlie Foxtrot Lyrics – Intrusive Thoughts