Glory Weed Lyrics - Singles - 50 Foot Wave

A thousand voices start their screaming when you leave 

A thousand screamers find their voice and start to scream 

We already blew the glory weed 

Your well done fury don't deserve to pull me down 

That facile magic show can't burn away my ground 

We already turned the game around 

And I'm in a fog like a stupid dog 

And who do you think should tell the story 

Under the bed tonight? 

And who did you think that shrinking violet 

Would turn out to be? 

Your mama lion mouth and mata mata soul 

That scary face you're making at your holy Joe 

You already brought the battle home 

And who do you think should tell the story 

Under the bed tonight? 

And who did you think that shrinking violet 

Would turn out to be? 

Traveling souls like us, the wicked, the carnies 

We all eat up this swill these fucked bedtime stories 

You already brought me to my knees 

And I'm cheap and here like a souvenir