Performed by Eliot. Music and Lyrics by Eliot. Produced by Frank B. Montoya. Recorded at Up In The Nite Music, Los Angeles for Nashville South Entertainment (NSE). Copyright 2009 Eliot. All rights reserved.
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Lyrics
Didn't know I was holding my hands up for your investigation. I didn't know I offended you by being here, my own mutation. I don't see a reason to pretend that I like it. I don't fight it. I'm rotten. I'm dirty, like the water that you flush beneath you. I've gotten to be this way by my own determination to decay. In your practical land, a castrated animal I am. Throwing all my childhood garbage out the window of my storage bin, living in sin. Yesterday it seemed like you were here. This will be the day I choke on last night's crystal resin tear. I fear I'm holding on to some foolish alibi, living a lie. Cemetery garden perennials are a colorful invitation. Wishing I could fly through the windshield like a kid in a roller-coaster line. I'm waiting in line. I don't like it. I don't fight it. I'm rotten. Dirty, like the water that you flush beneath you. I've gotten to be this way by my own determination to decay. In your practical land, a castrated animal I am. Throwing all my childhood garbage out the window of my storage bin, living in sin. Yesterday it seemed like you were here. This will be the day I choke on last night's crystal resin tear. I fear I'm holding on to some foolish alibi, living a lie.
