fluid ounces - stick in the mud lyrics
no one understands
looked at him like their popsicle had fallen in the dirt
where, careless, he had dropped in there
and no one could have wanted him then
but his heart is clean and his brain is mushy
and it rolls like rain, off the vinyl car seat
the man who is made of clay
makes mud on a rainy day
i have grown up to mold his face
now i wish it were smeared away
the patience wearing thin
now there’s only everyone, but not including him
the last buck, pass to bad luck
and only left a stick in the mud
’cause his heart holds things
that his brain finds embarrassing
and his heart will scream from it’s soft encasing
the mad who is made of mud
is sick of this flesh and blood
i don’t know where it first began
now i think he should turn and run
things forever changed, no more reindeer games
no, no more, no more easy days
the calendar is filled up
with appointments with the devil
so they said, only yesterday
i know what that can be like
’cause his heart is clean
and his name is worsening
and it rolls today
like his head from the guillotine
the man who is made of clay
makes mud on a rainy day
i have grown up to mold his face
now i wish it were smeared away
the man who is made of mud
is done with his flesh and blood
and i think that it’s just begun
for helpless stick in the mud
no more
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