Lyrics:
a museum hour glass
Soon your tears
Will be frozen in the glass
Mocking bird
Your wings are free
And the time to see is here
Mocking bird
Your wings set
when I got my diploma
This shit is a cancer just like some lymphoma
Museum of glass like I'm in Tacoma
I had to hit the clutch jumper Rob Horry
I feel
It's the invisible man, do you see him
When I die, put my brain in a museum in a glass display
With the word brilliance written on a gold plate
of dirt
The earth is soft in our
Yard yard
Stones in my shoes
And feet
Dragging them through museums
Where
Under glass
Refrigerate
Freeze
Hands
And the girl in the museum locked behind the bulletproof glass
is it her they’re looking for or their own reflection that they’re after?
And the stories they
belong in a graveyard, god it's hard
Being this sick, yeah, I'm so rad
You belong in a museum behind the glass
You're worth the world
my head
So don't you leave me now
I'm surrounded by scaffolding
My love's under museum glass
And there's a dread over my town
Like a black cloak
the earth is soft in our
yard yard
stones in my shoes
and feet
dragging them through museums
where
under glass
refridgerate
freeze
hands and feet
and knobbly
your fucking body like a mannequin
Yeah if Billy blast at you I blast with him
We don't live in a republic
It's just fascism the Louvre isn't a museum
to be admired under museum glass
But now I've seen what you really are, and I'm leavin' that all in the past
'Cause I've heard you shouldn't pass up
don't say much
Living proof of cellular rust
Hateful notion of a distant past
Dislodged in the museum of broken glass
A voice of reason was found in
to get through when words become your mask
Only you can recall the truth as we gaze at the museum glass
And I admit the journey is fantastic
But the fare
behind museum glass
Out in the open I hunt down trash
Got them in my scope waiting for word to pass
I'm a hit man agent forty seven write the
Fiver wire
to your warning rune.
Trust me and I’ll keep you safe,
under a glass in my museum.
Find me and you’ll feel my rage,
in a haunting dark maze.
This is your
We were in New York
At the Frick museum
End of junior year (ah)
Bottle, glass and cork
At the Frick museum
When I saw this one Vermeer
It
the past
Your taunting smirk behind the glass
This museum full of ash
Once a tickle
Now a rash
This used to be a funhouse
But now it's full of evil
the past
Your taunting smirk behind the glass
This museum full of ash
Once a tickle
Now a rash
This used to be a funhouse
But now it's full of evil
at that guitar in that museum in Tennessee
Nameplate on the glass brought back twenty melodies
Scars upon the face told about all the times he fell
pieces
In a glass-fronted museum
The white queen rolls
On the chessboard of the dawn
Squeezing through the valleys
Pausing briefly in the corries
at that guitar in that museum in Tennessee
Nameplate on the glass brought back twenty melodies
Scars upon the face told about all the times he fell
the museum
And someone made love in the glass
And I'd forgot my name
And the way back to my mother's house
With your black cool eyes and your bitten lips
Stuck in your glass museum or mall
I am the scene that makes you scream
I do everything wrong
You can’t stop falling
‘Cause you’re stalling
Got to get
like you’re sitting in a stained glass museum
Projecting colors on the walls ‘cause they want to see them
Ooh ooh ooh ooh
Ooh ooh ooh ooh
Hush, no
We’d make a wish, toss the coins
Some of us wished for more coins
And some of us wished for less snow
Behind the glass museum I’d steal flowers
My
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