Lyrics:

Held a birds egg between her breasts theres reasons for the road, I guess to document the indigenous, to paint and sketch paint and sketch Im starting to fail to be impressed. United state of ricochet from the boardwalk to the Appian way the diamond files, the corporate raves youd practically kill not to be afraid and Im starting to choke on the things I say. Putting down.Im putting down. Im putting down. Im putting down.Im putting down. Im putting down. Im putting down.Im putting down. Im putting down. Browbeaten out from underneath your dress the documented indigenous civilization flipped its desk you know the rest, there is no rest and Im starting to fail to know whats best. Putting down.Im putting down. Im putting down. Im putting down.Im putting down. Im putting down. Im putting down.Im putting down. Im putting down.