Kristian Hoffman - Morose Colored Gla**es lyrics

Sweet reminiscence glows like the poison in the air That lends incandescence to sunset. "So, why should I care?" Everyone knows a dullard asks. So I'll just stare Through my morose colored gla**es. All God's creatures pose with an empty hour gla**, Keane painting features the sole defense this army has. "What good are those?" a dullard asks, so please just pa** Me my morose colored gla**es. What good's the man who throws his hands up in distress? Well he can scare away the birds I guess. What good's the promise of love's sweet healing caress? The muffled grave where it's interred - there's no peace in this rest. Gaggles of Ghandis cry out "Everything must pa**!" That may be so, but what's the rush, I ask. There's no hard feelings; just a squishy pulpy ma** Of pastel sentiment, but hush - baby's sleeping at last. If man reflects, he might question why the angels sing, But there's something s**y about the end of everything. To prove how hard his co*k can be, he's hammering a f**hole in eternity. One final fling! "Who gets the rights?" A dullard asks, so I just cling To my morose colored gla**es.