Brownstone Lyrics - Handover - Skinny Puppy

Mr. Brownstone sits in the titan of the ship 

Meddle state he will liken to a minute 

Mr. Brownstone hears the misfit 

Waiting on the street where he'll be with her 

Take it out to Mr. Brown 

Watching to the hazy mound 

Mr. Brown is waiting for some hopeful news 

And Mr.'s staying waiting for the 'nother truth 

In through the door enclave again 

The failing to attack 

The mold in place upon the corner 

Whose doorways face 

Mrs. Purple came from behind the door 

Wearing nothing but foreign clothing 

Of someone else's wardrobe 

Mr. Brown screamed: 

Why are you doing this to me? 

It seems as if the cat went out with the mouse 

And shot the dog in the fucking face 

We all take something 

Take something for this 

Take something for that 

[Backwards] 

Mr. Brown, what's goin' on? 

Answer, where is the answer? 

People work and every day they come home to see their houses torn apart 

Wake up 

[Backwards] 

Mr. and Mrs. Jones 

Walked up to the house 

Now misowned 

Faltering 

Foreclosed upon 

Mr. and Mrs. Jones thought: 

What a lovely place this is 

I think we can start (a) life here 

Selling... 

Selling all we had 

Taking up residence in this place 

Where is... 

The former resident(s)? 

Buried underneath the carpet 

There was a melted spot 

A warm, dripping, cot 

Gentle, warm bed 

Where Mrs. Purple laid her head 

And Mr. Brown... 

Well, he('s) around