Jake McKelvie & The Countertops - Flock Hard, Lockhart lyrics

Lockhart does not miss me like he said a thousand times There best not be a pigeon over there Born again my left foot, I've seen saner men than you Camp and eventually crumble Camp and eventually crumble Camp and eventually crumble just like you will soon Don't call me the ex-treasurer, it does not mean a thing You best not come crawling back to plea And don't my darling shiver when your fur collection fleas Because who in their right mind could love you Who in their right mind could love you Who in their right mind could love you, certainly not me And do not change a thing You just don't have the capacity to make those little critters sing And I don't have the time To get this leaking faucet off my mind And Lockhart does not love me, I guess I should face the facts He told me he would never disappear quite like that If the forest catches fire or the hares all up and go How long in this town would I last How long in this town could I last How long in this town would I last until everybody knows And since there's no one left in this town, I'm going down Where the clingers and the cats hang out And soon I'll be crowned the king of the horses Or the king of the torches When I pay off my mortgage I will be better off So flock hard, Lockhart