We’ve updated our Terms of Use to reflect our new entity name and address. You can review the changes here.
We’ve updated our Terms of Use. You can review the changes here.
/

lyrics

Cold Turkey-ing my mind.
Dark thought injection sites
Quiver purple for what’s left behind.
Squinting, leery of all that shines.

Pain. Brain. Good God.
Mother, we’re all insane.
Here’s Hermann Göring
Shrug at the trough, whatever you’re ordering.
Pain. Chained. Brain. Good God.
Lucky, we’re all insane.
I’m Herman Boring.
Stutter-step you with my Cyanide poisoning.

Some nook of anxious night
You play charades with your most convincing lies.
Four Words, rhymes with “Why me? A slight.”
By dawn again living like it’s a waste of time…

Pain. Brain. Good God.
Mother, we’re all insane.
Here’s Hermann Göring
Shrug at the trough, whatever you’re ordering.
Pain. Chained. Brain. Good God.
Lucky, we’re all insane.
I’m Herman Boring.
Stutter-step you with my Cyanide poisoning.

I want a medal!
I want a medal for all I done!
I want to mutate your sad ovum!
I want to smother you in the sun!
And we could lay by the side of the ocean.
I could inject right into your bones...
Savor these brain stem motions,
Lick with electrostatic tongue.

credits

from Torn​-​to​-​Pieces​-​Hood, released May 15, 2020
Bass & Lead Guitar: Adam Lepkowski
Drums: Shamus Hackett
Guitar/Voice: Pat Phelan

Written by Pat Phelan
Produced by Adam Lepkowski

license

all rights reserved

tags

about

PAT PHELAN New Jersey

uneasy listening

I write songs in my spare time. Thanks for listening.




Rat King drawing by C.TenEyck, 2018

contact / help

Contact PAT PHELAN

Streaming and
Download help

Shipping and returns

Redeem code

Report this track or account

PAT PHELAN recommends:

If you like PAT PHELAN, you may also like: