Poor June Lyrics

Machine Poor June

Oh, poor June May be too late
Afternoon in swollen lakes
Covered eyes of the young
No desire and in all of their towering cowards below us
Slip falter with no embrace
Falter with no embrace
So, poor June
In healthy swimming lakes
Rolling mountains
And switchblades

As they ate the soup
As they ate the soup
As they ate the soup
As they ate the soup
All in all...

We all live in circles
Rolling back and forth
This is all a fiction and the last is to employ
Until there was no noise...

Feel, feel, feel, feel
Half a pack man, half a pack man
Feel, feel, feel, feel
Half a pack man, half a pack man
Four, four, four, four...

Pain in the morning, just light another cig in the morning, half a pack man
Pain in the morning, just light another cig in the morning, half a pack man
Pain in the morning, just light another cig in the morning, half a pack man
Pain in the morning, just light another cig in the morning, half a pack man