You be the guy on the couch,
I'll be the love of your life,
we can take turns at the kitchen sink,
and contemplate Kierkegaard...
Contemplate soap scum (scum, scum),
contemplate why this house (this house)
why this house is haunted.
You can pay the electric bill (ahhh)
you can pay the pied piper (the pied piper's on you)
you can pay for the mistakes I make (uhhhh)
we can build a better life...
We can build a rocket ship (ahhh),
yes, we can build a bomb (we can build a bomb)
If You Want,
but you wont push the button
and I can say "you saved the world"
you can be my hero...
We'll keep the devil under the kitchen table (ahhh),
we'll set our plates on that same one (plates on that same one).
We'll pile our mail in the left-hand corner (uhhhh)
we'll pile our fuck you's and slam fists on there...too.
And when the going gets rough, so will we,
I'll stop cleaning my rooms,
when my life becomes a mess...
There will be dirty laundry (ahhhh)
a soiled red dress…
We can listen to P.J.Harvey,
we can watch soft porn (so soft, softly porn).
We can eat popped corn (ooh yeah)
we can eat potato chips (we can eat them too).
We can eat cigarettes,
like a right arm (unlike the left one).
Like a best friend,
like a slow noose
(White picket fence, white picket fence)
released September 17, 2016
acoustic and spanish guitars, fretless acoustic bass, vocals and hummings.
Lyrics by TammyJaneLepp