The Saints - Mustard lyrics

Sleeping through another Sunday a lost weekend approaching Monday accosted by a debutante offering more than I could want Senses leaving snail trails heaving up the debris of the night before crush my skull with feather weight poems I know but I'm not sure From out of nowhere I'm stuck in traffic Life is a gas station and I'm on empty brush my teeth with wire wool and worry about my inclinations someone takes a toke of toxic television screams off the wall fading in the next drink I think but I'm not too sure And it looks like mustard smells like mustard feels a lot like glue It looks like mustard burns like mustard comes on just like you Standing idly on the corner disheveled and out of order Reveling in faded glory I get told another story senses leaving snail trails heaving up the debris of the night before crush my skull with feather weight poems I know but I'm not sure And it tastes like mustard smells like mustard feels a lot like glue looks like mustard burns like mustard comes on just like you