Gut Pageant Lyrics by Hersh Kristin
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That fine fever brought us hereLambasted eyeballsWhen we kiss the dirtThe orchids laughWhat a gut pageantWe could play for hoursWhat a gut pageantMeat for the flowersYou break out of a paper bagAnd wake up on the streetJust kiddingYou don't have to goI asked him why the grass is blueAnd stray boys don't go homeWhy four a.m's so screwyHe says " Sleep through it "What a gut pageantWe could play for hoursWhat a gut pageantMeat for the flowersNot too special not too strangeJust the way I like 'emYou find an empty promise and stick by itNot too pretty, not too sweetJust the way I like youWhen you kiss the dirtThe orchids laugh, harder than meTell me another oneI could sit for hoursWhen anyone laughsI know I'm a cowardWhat a gut pageantWe could play for hoursWhen we kiss the dirtThe orchids laugh, harder than me.
That fine fever brought us hereLambasted eyeballsWhen we kiss the dirtThe orchids laughWhat a gut pageantWe could play for hoursWhat a gut pageantMeat for the flowersYou break out of a paper bagAnd wake up on the streetJust kiddingYou don't have to goI asked him why the grass is blueAnd stray boys don't go homeWhy four a.m's so screwyHe says " Sleep through it "What a gut pageantWe could play for hoursWhat a gut pageantMeat for the flowersNot too special not too strangeJust the way I like 'emYou find an empty promise and stick by itNot too pretty, not too sweetJust the way I like youWhen you kiss the dirtThe orchids laugh, harder than meTell me another oneI could sit for hoursWhen anyone laughsI know I'm a cowardWhat a gut pageantWe could play for hoursWhen we kiss the dirtThe orchids laugh, harder than me.