"Famous Eyes" lyrics

All the queer saints
Were no saints to me
And I think most doctors would agree
That I do not always feel alive
Yeah I think most doctors would agree
That I do not always feel alive
State funeral breeze
State property
To see
Yeah I saw cranberries, [?], and beads of blood
Inside an iron bar where I couldn't move
I was on a black beach and everything was cold and heavy
My neighbors study me and I- (I'm gonna throw up)
Need to throw off his results
Look at all these curls, I just keep seeing curls
I call my car the little struggler
Yeah he struggled all over the country for me
He had [?] drippin' all over the chalet floor
Famous eyes
Famous eyes
Famous eyes
I saw famous eyes
With a [?] setlist right from Canada
Why is your money so far away from me?
Well his microphone's set up around the garden
And he's sittin' in the shed with headphones on
Well his arms shot out like a beam of light
And it's coming for you
Yeah a billion termites
Moving side to side
Could not control a single one of your dreams
Oh whistling acres
They give me the quiet back
And I saw famous eyes
Famous eyes
Famous eyes
(That's what I wanna be...)