The Contortionist Lyrics - Lagwagon

In a chalk dotted line 

Draw a kid, left behind 

Severed limbs in harmony 

Strumming from a few good deeds 

Carry it to survive 

To a bed half alive 

Held before a dozen times 

Deep inside a funeral for a friend 

Runs in portions like film clips 

Run, run 

Rundown the list 

The memoirist 

Like kindling 

Burn, burn, burn, burn down 

I will stay inside 

The saved 

It's a good mourning 

They will ignite you 

The doomed 

I will write for you 

Of a boy, damaged goods 

Of a bench, understood 

For a spell, the soul resides 

In a yellow chalk outline 

Carry on the camel's back 

Have another heart attack 

To the cure I would drive 

Played that scene a hundred times to date 

Today's ambition, to relate 

In a sustaining saccharine state 

Impart the burden and get well 

It's what everyone's trying to sell 

Anything you want to be 

Weigh the screenplay and revise 

Warp, warp, warp with the contortionist 

So hopelessly ill-fated everyday 

He will stay inside 

The doomed 

It's a good mourning to loom 

They will inspire him 

The saved Innocently filling graves