LYRIC

Georgia take me to the sea where they drown the babies
that nobody can feed,
And in that sick ocean Georgia we’ll be born again
Georgia, we’ll swim so far in that ocean crammed with
shopping carts,
Georgia’s got a tumor in her throat, she grows wild
strawberries on the roof of her overpriced apartment in
soho and I close my eyes but the sleep the sleep
doesn’t come to me unless I’m shitfaced drunk. I dream
of traffic.
Georgia, Georgia you know the wedding is tomorrow,
she’s a well off girl with rich parents who made a
fortune off of real estate.
It smells like spring is yellow and headphones wail
like widows on designer pillows of Egyptian linen.
We’ll I’ve been here before, where the waterfalls
decompose, and symphonies go blind in the desert,
So grab a microphone put the tape in press record,
Georgia can you hear my heart explode.
Georgia take me to the sea, redesigned by the billion
dollar company. Clean as a brainwashed baby, sugar
sweet user friendly, version 1.2, supernatural blue.
Georgia’s collecting broken glass and tires, she’s
building an airplane from the lonely hearts of liars.
Split knuckles black bloody sheets and cigarettes from
con-mens teeth, she’ll fly around the world on all that
regret.
Georgia I hope the treatment isn’t too rough, I hope
your eyes don’t go into the fog of the world.
Not everything happens for a reason, I know that it
sounds appealing when you loose something that’s not
replaceable.
We’ll I’ve been here before, where the waterfalls
decompose, and symphonies go blind in the desert,
So grab a microphone put the tape in press record,
Georgia can you hear my heart explode?

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