Hold it, you’ve got, the wrong idea
Feasting upon the flesh of your own peer
We’ll serve you sardines, on the coast of Cannes
Out of old servo tins
Festive and festy, salty as your forehead
“Is it mine, I forget?”
Get older – shed pretense
Give it up, it’ll never pass
You old dog, you old dog
You’d bet your kid on the weather patterns
I could sculpture your face into the ice
Hoping for anything, the right ideas
Melting along with the world in which you lived
We’ll serve you sardines, on the coast at Cannes
Out of old servo cans
Festive and festy, salty as your forehead
“Is it mine, I forget?”
Get older – shed pretense
Give it up, it’ll never pass
You old dog, you old dog
Give it up, it’ll never pass
You old dog, you old dog
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