The Paper Chase Now we Slowly Circle the Draining
Fish Bowl Lyrics:
I'll come back from the war but
Everything I touch seems to break
And I won't be the same man
I won't be the same man you knew
And I was somewhat tickled by your
gauge of your tickertape parade
Now you know and you know that I know
We could dance all night here on their graves
God bless our black souls

Cause the serpent still sleeps
Cause the servant still eats
The black guard is still some integral
part of the ideas we keep
So there was no desperate ache or pain
As I sent my little babe to the drawer
Cause after all after all we can't all join
Our hands to sing hallelujah
When there's work to be done

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Bring 'em back
But don't stop now you're still ahead
don't get caught in pursuits like the rest
don't get smart now your need it we knew
Back long before this twisted soul
I'll be something you'd rather not know
I'll be something that stings to believe

It won't stop the war (Bring it back!)
But don't stop now you're still ahead
don't get caught in conceits like your dead
don't get smart now you need it we knew
Back long before this twisted soul
I'll be something you'd rather not know
This was something we choose to believe

Not me! As I kick and claw home in a box
Find a place, job to claim, eat my heart
Hope I choke, hope I stroke, catch the flu
In your arm, your chair, your family heirlooms
Wife resents kids that fuck in your room
When we laugh we'll be laughing at you
When you circle your draining fish bowl
Sell your house, sell your car, sell your soul
Spend your whole life just praying to spend your life
Lyrics: Now we Slowly Circle the Draining Fish Bowl, The
Paper Chase [end]