Time, the Living Liar
Lyrics
He swam in dark despair like it held his lost hair
And he rode a eunuch unicorn by night
He wore purple cross-stitched boots and a cape made of bills
And he trained for the apocalypse by running downhill
Well he oozed like butter between the sheets
And powernapped himself to death
They put pretty dyed pansies on top of his tombstone
And they stole his stash of meth
Now can you hear that sound as he rots in the ground
Of the fanfare he was denied
It sorta sounds like chickens scratching on the floor
But we're told it's a thousand guys
Time, another amplifier
Time, time, the living liar
Talk me down, Reverend Wannabe
Undo all. With Time conspire
Writer(s): Frank DiPietro
Copyright(s): Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid
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