"Glib Tongued" lyrics
Pigs Pigs Pigs Pigs Pigs Pigs Pigs & EL-P Lyrics
The silhouette of a flag
The murmuring of some national anthem
Parades of monochrome hair
There's a nostalgic sense in the air
I smell of cigarette butts
Spray on deodorant and teenage lust
What a shame
It all stagnates
Clings to the past
Necromance
Hallelujahs shouted up to skies
The book of everything is fine if everything is mine
You'll find them kind as long as nothing is disrupting time
Sand in the hourglass, must not pass where they draw the line
It's all assisted, your resistance here does not apply
You will adjust now, you will learn to love how you're despised
A ticker tape parade, a curb to place a different face
It's no surprise, you should have known that was the truth of lies
The open secret is the oldest ways are in their prime
Chewing tobacco flavored spit into your crying eyes
Notice that flag attach the pickup you've been dragged behind
You drive on gleefully unbothered, flash an OK sign
Oh, how they pine to hold the hive as one connected mind
The party line that you exist in is committing crime
Under the shade of Oakley glasses, there's no eye for eye
Freedom of choice, you can be ruled or you can fucking die
What a shame
It all stagnates
Clings to the past
Necromance
What a shame
It all stagnates
Clings to the past
Necromance
Yeah!
Yeah!
Yeah!
Yeah!
The murmuring of some national anthem
Parades of monochrome hair
There's a nostalgic sense in the air
I smell of cigarette butts
Spray on deodorant and teenage lust
What a shame
It all stagnates
Clings to the past
Necromance
Hallelujahs shouted up to skies
The book of everything is fine if everything is mine
You'll find them kind as long as nothing is disrupting time
Sand in the hourglass, must not pass where they draw the line
It's all assisted, your resistance here does not apply
You will adjust now, you will learn to love how you're despised
A ticker tape parade, a curb to place a different face
It's no surprise, you should have known that was the truth of lies
The open secret is the oldest ways are in their prime
Chewing tobacco flavored spit into your crying eyes
Notice that flag attach the pickup you've been dragged behind
You drive on gleefully unbothered, flash an OK sign
Oh, how they pine to hold the hive as one connected mind
The party line that you exist in is committing crime
Under the shade of Oakley glasses, there's no eye for eye
Freedom of choice, you can be ruled or you can fucking die
What a shame
It all stagnates
Clings to the past
Necromance
What a shame
It all stagnates
Clings to the past
Necromance
Yeah!
Yeah!
Yeah!
Yeah!
