Hersh Kristin - Gut Pageant lyrics

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 gra** 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