Carolina

Lyrics

Going to move to Carolina Pack the cats. Pack the kid There's a moon in Carolina That's where we'll live The fingers of your neighbors on the dirty dirty windows as you stare into the skyline from the bed The Old Hump and his Lap Dog sitting pretty in the parlor quoting from the favorite books they've never read All those years of smiling as he's lying to the clients has disfigured the Old Hump from within Imaginary enemies have left him tense and jittеry, backstabbing his ever shrinking group of friends Brokеn escalator There's a moon in Carolina Pack the kid. Pack the cats Going to move to Carolina Don't think we're coming back The Lap Dog, Lickspittle, whispers venom to his master, then sits patiently, biding his time The venom works like clockwork triggering the Old Hump's ourtburst and that's when he lands him the sharp knives The price of their betrayal is to be turned into nothing, the bare outlines of a pretty cliché A scrap creased in the wallet of my dirty dirty memories turning slowly a tattered gray Lickspittle