Gut Pageant Lyrics - Kristin Hersh

That fine fever brought us here 

Lambasted eyeballs 

When we kiss the dirt the orchids laugh 

What a gut pageant, we could play for hours 

What a gut pageant, meat for the flowers 

You break out of a paper bag, and wake up on the street 

Just kidding 

You don't have to go 

I asked him why the grass is blue and stray boys don't go home 

Why 4 a.m.'s so screwy 

He says "Sleep through it" 

What a gut pageant, we could play for hours 

What a gut pageant, meat for the flowers 

Not too special not too strange 

Just the way I like 'em 

You find an empty promise and stick by it 

Not too pretty not too sweet 

Just the way I like you 

When you kiss the dirt the orchids laugh harder than me 

Tell me another one 

I could sit for hours 

When anyone laughs I know I'm a coward 

When we kiss the dirt the orchids laugh harder than me