That fine fever brought us here...
lambasted eyeballs...
when we kiss the dirt the orchids laugh...
what a gut pageant, we could play for hours...
what a gut pageant, meat for the flowers...
you break out of a paper bag, and wake up on the street...
just kidding...
you don't have to go...
i asked him why the grass is blue and stray boys don't go home...
why 4 a.m.'s so screwy...
he says "sleep through it"...
what a gut pageant, we could play for hours...
what a gut pageant, meat for the flowers...
not too special not too strange...
just the way i like 'em...
you find an empty promise and stick by it...
not too pretty not too sweet...
just the way i like you...
when you kiss the dirt the orchids laugh harder than me...
tell me another one...
i could sit for hours...
when anyone laughs i know i'm a coward...
when we kiss the dirt the orchids laugh harder than me...