Kristin Hersh Gut Pageant
That fine fever brought us here Lambasted eyeballs When we kiss the dirt The orchids laugh What a gut pageant We could play for hours What a gut pageant Meat for the flowers You break out of a paper bag And wake up on the street Just kidding You don't have to go I asked him why the grass is blue And stray boys don't go home Why four a.m's so screwy He says " Sleep through it " What a gut pageant We could play for hours What a gut pageant Meat for the flowers Not too special not too strange Just the way I like 'em You find an empty promise and stick by it Not too pretty, not too sweet Just the way I like you When you kiss the dirt The orchids laugh, harder than me Tell me another one I could sit for hours When anyone laughs I know I'm a coward What a gut pageant We could play for hours When we kiss the dirt The orchids laugh, harder than me.
