Of Montreal Imbecile Rages
Your folks, they are such lovely people.
I can’t understand where you came from.
How long can it possibly take
For one to realize the dream is over?
How many more nights
Must you just humiliate yourself?
The pollution from your imbecile rages are licking at your heels
Plotting red streaks across the desert of my eyes.
I have no hope for you anymore.
When you said to my woman at the show
That we were just desperately breathing life into a dead ghost,
You really think these things you say
They wont get back to me?
I guess you feel you have a lifetime pass
And you can be a dick and it doesn’t matter.
But I’m finished, I’m set free
And basically you’re just dead to me.
The pollution from your imbecile rages are licking at your heels
Plotting red streaks across the desert of my eyes.
I have no hope for you anymore.
