Huffing The Proverbial Line Off The Proverbial Dong -or- Blood & The Frog Lyrics - Singles - The Falcon

You can't dig what you don't understand, boy 

Sometimes it's the only way 

Well, the misery's so fucking exciting 

Well, the fashion of it all's the fucking rage. 

These are hammers on strings making notes, babe 

With blood and the frog in my throat 

These are binders covered in bad poetry 

Now knowing what it's really all about. 

Oh where, oh where, oh where... 

Did you get that stupid shit-eating grin that you wear? 

And what, or who got you through the door? 

You're a piece of meat on the killing floor. 

These are closed and velvet ropes 

And a curtain-sipping cokes 

To be certain, it's so slow 

That it's hurting, don't you know? 

Take your chances in the killing fields 

With all the snakes and dogs 

And dance 'til you bleed and bone touches steel 

And all your hope is gone.