Just Smile and Wave, Boys

from It's a Whimsical Afterlife by Avenade

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lyrics

I have a hole in the ground here where I live and breathe
And if you dig me out, I’ll burn like everyone else
I feel so alive in this place
I feel so aligned now
Let your body move until your bones feel sorry

I, by myself, get a little bit worried
A little bit jumpy, a heavy bit drugged up
I forged my years on perfecting my life but it all goes to show how wood gives you splinters
I'd rid the whole world of its plague but my enemies insist that I finish off this bowl
I see all of their names in lights
Their names colorblind

Sometimes my life becomes a mess
I’ll bring you home again
I am for all of the fame that you carry
With all these things that are different
And of all conflicts, I can take care of myself
Put me on your dish and feed your wedding vows

I see the beautiful people
Marching one by one on Beverly Hills
Strike home, tiny dancer
You think you're slick with all your pleasure
What's my fault with all of this?
You think you're perfect, Ms. Danger?
Oh no, it's you again
Striking up pain and perfect punctures with lousy plain maneuvers
Now blow

I fell in love with a medicine darling
Shotgun doctor, shotgun doctor
I called the truce two hours ago
Why are you still bleeding on my crimson rug?
You fell in love with my medicine darling
Shotgun doctor, shotgun doctor
You drugged yourself with my treaty letter
Wasted pain and plotted revenge

I, myself, get a little bit wasted
Running around with my pocketful of sunshine
You smoked the rest of the weed, man!
You must be crazy, everything will be obscured with faces
I'll rid the whole world a thousand years of fuckups and privilege
I see their names in lights off my mind

Sometimes my life becomes a mess
I’ll burn this home again
I am with you until the blood runs dry
With all these things that are different
And of all conflicts, I can take care of myself
Put me on your stage and do your closing bows

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from It's a Whimsical Afterlife, released November 8, 2019

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