Great Crap Lyrics - Kimya Dawson

great crap! i stuck my nose in his mouth to smell what he was saying and his words were hooked on chocolate strawberry vanilla isophonic charles in charge cards like neopolitan dianetics loaded with implosives and ready to self deconstruct his aftermath was mustached in the l ron cupboard with the rest of the michael groceries 

he is in the air he is everywhere 

he is running in place in space and he is smiling 

he is a dream that came to me 

nothing can erase or replace that face 

and so i asked him what i was doing in my mind 

and he told me not to waste my time 

what happens to the finder once you've found the find 

we'll play with ourselves til we go blind 

he is in my head his chair's on bread 

he is right said fred and brice beckham at the same time 

he's the recipe for the perfect friend for me 

axl rosehips and richard persimmons in a soothing pot of craig t 

gunner half nelson 

and so i told him i was losing my mind 

he said we're in this together now i lose mine all the time 

the feelings steal the findings if the founders are too kind 

we'll play with ourselves til we go blind 

i see you and me and we are sad as sad could ever be 

the past is a corpse and the future is a lie and we cry and we cry and then we die 

laffing 

some people that i meet defeat the bounds of space and time 

i will be a golden girl and you will be a golden guy 

and if i threw a party and invited everyone i knew 

i will see the biggest gift will be from you 

we'll reverse all of the peepholes and look the mirror in the eye 

then we'll snip and cut brian bonsall and turn him into jasmine guy 

and we'll look up in time to see amy grant sir mix-a-lot the sky 

and we'll play with ourselves til we go blind 

he is in the air he is everywhere 

he is running in place in space and he is smiling 

he is a dream that came to me 

nothing can erase or replace that face that face that face that face that face