Joyce Manor Ashtray Petting Zoo
I walked in to find what's worse than worst of all time.
I walked out to see exactly what I expected to see.
You were there.
Horrible fingers ran right through your hair.
Scabs on everything.
Stark white flesh.
Gaining momentum, and hitting its stride.
Nothing to run from and nowhere to hide.
God bless you, ashtray petting zoo.
I am sin to write the love song of your life.
I came out to see, the sweet song took a shine to me.
I walked to regret it.
He will rot there if you let him.
I had money riding on your decomposure.
Money won't buy me a sense of closure.
Gaining momentum, and hitting its stride.
Nothing but reasons to go for a ride.
God bless you, ashtray petting zoo.
