Middle Mass Lyrics - Fall

The evil is not in extremes 

It's in the aftermath 

The middle mass 

After the fact 

Vulturous in the aftermath 

Summer close season 

A quiet dope and cider man 

But during the season 

Hard drug and cider mates 

The boy is like a tape loop 

The boy is like a uh-uh 

Not much contact 

Drinking, the men wait 

They are set at nought 

Because cripple states a holy state 

Because cripple states a holy state 

The Wehrmacht never got in here 

The Wehrmacht never got in here 

The Wehrmacht never got in here 

The Wehrmacht never got in here 

Thought it took us six years 

The werhmacht never got in here 

And living here you whisper, bub 

And living here you whisper, bub! 

This boy is like a tape loop 

And he has soft mitts 

But he's the last domain 

Of a very black, back room brain 

He learned a word today 

The word's misanthropy 

And he's running to and from 

The cats from tin pan alley 

And he's running with and from 

The cats from tin pan alley 

And going down the alley 

Take the cats from the alley 

Up to them 

The alley's full of cats from tin pan 

Come into the back room Brian 

And meet 

The middl mass 

The middl mass 

Vulturous in the aftermath 

Middl mass