Produced by Evan Reidell and The Gay Apparel.
Music and lyrics by Jake LaBelle.
Recorded at Wrinkle Studios, April 2002
Mason Butler - vocals, guitar, drums;
Jake LaBelle - guitar;
Jesse Miller - bass;
Evan Reidell - additional guitar noodles.
Pickin up pinecones for the Lord
Tryin so hard to bury this sword
It’s a hard job you’ve got to do
Even when you’re tired and bored
Look at all the tiny machines timing the scene
Trying to make sense from all that we’ve seen
Whiling away the while when we flirt with the wild
Divining the Nile as we get to know the things we defiled
What if you could save my life?
If I could I wouldn’t even try
So cope with dope and try alcohol
Buy and sell your trip to Hell
Look at all the humans
Look at all these humans
Things don’t looks so good these days
How could things work out this way?
Coffin crack head flunky
With a junky wind set
Things don’t look so good these days
How could things work out this way?
The floor is swimming like
Black locusts trimming the harvest
Inciting the ants that come from the forest