francis' toupee
music by brandon bermudez
words by reid rohr

unbridled merriment saves the day
but my mind won't shed its parts
closer to none
miss happy i noticed cramming fingers down her throat
fashionably dazzling white in lovers' smiles
the sting is temporary

frowns say it all
you're two minutes late for the sale of the day
lifelong ties of distinguished lads
separating finders from keepers
heave from the waist down
every craving has its good ends
the talk wasn't so cheap on the receiving end because the view has shifted

misconstrue philanthropy for parenting and stare at the sun
feed me valium instead of my air supply
happiness is always just a charge card and pen flick away
i need hand bags with parachutes for bartering
the lame

somehow all my dreams have taken flight
life is grand under the moon

rape woke me up
(and said) "you will all be stars!"
grab your purses clever whores
you gotta ride that big wave
ramble
you babble
do battle with camel toes
no one knows where i am going with this
i just had to force it out
last minute shit

whoever said the best things in life are free
never met my wallet-sized emphatic compatriot
for my trust and all that's good you give your faithlessness

for your entertainment
yeah?
bravo!

how they catch the attention
how expansive
the market is getting bold
how they softly entice us - oh
you always wanted
needed
by the throat
until you suffocate

now do that stripper's hustle
when it's safe enough to come flailing through
trace steps
dance to just keep up with, the tempo
tempo beats it alive
it's that groovy shit
kinda swank
so debonair
hip fresh
myriad of dancers
rolling to the dance machine
what a rampant plague
when the irony sets in we're already gone
how did we already come back to the start?
sifting through the pile

bastards came to poke at my brain
but i guess i'm not so confused
back again tomorrow i suppose
clear the path for glamor and holiness
bastards came to poke at my brain
the more you go and gush you swim