Lauren Bousfield - Valed lyrics

Grasping Through the drywall My, my house used to be right there Fallow, fallow retail space amenable My house used to be right there Oh it's a metaphor For suicide, suicide It's just an ad for Hotdogs, hotdogs Dancers crunching Black bar over the eyes Curled into a ball In the back of the car Laughing as night falls A simulation of war crimes Some of the worst life (idiot, idiot, idiot, idiot) Feigned in the car (idiot, idiot, idiot, idiot) Start true towards (idiot, idiot, idiot) For the back will meet (idiot, idiot, idiot) Over the eyes Curled into a ball in the back (over the eyes) Over the eyes Over the eyes Curled into a ball in the back of the car Curled into a ball up the hinterlands (sit in the back of the main lane) Upon avon (of the main lanes) Upon parking lots Calling avon, calling avon (I want to, I) We've never (grasping) Had a sales event quite like this (through the drywall, my house used to) My house used to be right there Choke a swan to d**h Behind the bleachers My house used to be right there Oh it's a metaphor For suicide, suicide Maybe it's just an ad for