Shemp - Persistent Fever Lyrics
I haven't read the elements of styleBut of course I heard about the warThe raging of the storm, the perpetual darknessI remember the promises whispered in your earThey shipped you away to that damn islandLined up the queue but not your heightYou read those sad, realist novelsThe fashion of despair, the wicked youthMagnolia's fine seven feet in the groundStick up your scared ostrich headYou can live your life with a full *****ing breathWith out that smoke and melancholyDid they get youGet youGet youWith that sulk?Did they get youGet youGet youWith that sulk?So friends, is this what keeps us in bondage?This inability to throw away these robes in the dumps?We've only tastedYet to achieveStand there like an invitationStand there like your invitation