Fall - Middle Mass Lyrics
The evil is not in extremesIts in the aftermathThe middle massAfter the factVulturous in the aftermathSummer close seasonA quiet dope and cider manBut during the seasonHard drug and cider matesThe boy is like a tape loopThe boy is like a uh-uhNot much contactDrinking, the men waitThey are set at noughtBecause cripple states a holy stateBecause cripple states a holy stateThe werhmacht never got in hereThe werhmacht never got in hereThe werhmacht never got in hereThe werhmacht never got in hereThought it took us six yearsThe werhmacht never got in hereAnd living here you whisper, bubAnd living here you whisper, bub!This boy is like a tape loopAnd he has soft mittsBut hes the last domainOf a very black, back room brainHe learned a word todayThe words misanthropyAnd hes running to and fromThe cats from tin pan alleyAnd hes running with and fromThe cats from tin pan alleyAnd going down the alleyTake the cats from the alleyUp to themThe alleys full of cats from tin panCome into the back room brianAnd meetThe middl massThe middl massVulturous in the aftermathMiddl mass