Sinking Boats

Album cover art for "Sinking Boats" by Thinking Fellers Union Local 282

Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 - Rock

Sinking Boats

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Duration: 4:49

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Lyrics

Ankle-deep I am in this manure Raising a voice of merriment and mirth Like a Ford automobile birthday cake Like a big ham sandwich in a Glad bag When it's like this, I could carry a load for days Just to put it in a pretty and proper place And when it's not, I just don't care We went all out on a long dry board Tiptoed through a garden of bulbous delights We slung ketchup like a microscope sinks And as long as we walked, the road stretched longer When it's like this, the rocks talk dirty And they think it'll be sexy when we pass Hotcakes lying in the middle of the road I tipped a glass to some people who drowned And in a deep funk, I felt a murky brotherhood With the inhalers of water, intentional or not Dirty windows are better left open Or cleaned off, then shut Sinking boats are better left alone Boats lie rotting along the channel The bottom mud never going to school Well it's thinking dirty thoughts, never learning any better Each day brings gifts of decay The smells of an end The smells of an end The smells of an end to indigestion Hotcakes lying in the middle of the road I tipped a glass to some people who drowned And in a deep funk, I felt a murky brotherhood With the inhalers of water, intentional or not Dirty windows are better left open Or cleaned off, then shut Sinking boats are better left alone Ankle-deep I am in this manure The smell has risen to bring me awake And I'm squatting and squeezing out what ails me I'd like to stay standing because doing so seems best But I'd also like to lay down and drown in this happiness

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  • Thinking Fellers Union Local 282