Mo Kenney Carnivore
Everything leading
To this point in my life
Has made me so careful
I'm afraid to go outside
Politics and currency
I need a lobotomy
Economy, monotony
And those liquor store habits
Etcetera etcetera the circle begins
And I refuse to play by the rules ever again
Carnivore's a gentleman
A mind like the businessmen
He'll eat you alive
And he'll spit out your bones
So don't close your eyes
When you're out on your own
You're safe in my brain
And your face hasn't aged
I miss your strange company
And the way this place changed
On summer days, on summer days
On summer days
