Well it just so happens that I have all of the answers
Right here in the palms of my hands
And I can do as I choose with them
I can clap them away, or bury them deep in the sand
Well it just so happens I found you here in the dirt
Molded you from clay
Underestimated your power
To steal my emotions away
You were king of the heap
You were in way too deep
You were kicking up a fuss to wake us out of our sleep
And tell all us fucks
To eat your bloody dust
You were weak
Well it just so happens I found us a secret to be proud of
It's a word I like the meaning,
I like the power,
I like the sound of
And it's teasing me
Everyday I want to use and abuse it
It conjures up beauty and I know that you are amused by it
Cuz you were king of the heap
You were in way too deep
You were kicking up a fuss to wake us out of our sleep
And tell all us fucks
To eat your bloody dust
You were weak
credits
from The Post.Script Project,
released September 30, 2000
Jacob Earl - lyrics, bass guitar
Tovy Paull - vocals
Dana Clow - guitars
Graham Myres - guitars
Ozzy Park-Wheeler - drums
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