Through the door, there’s secret staircase
We could fly through restricted airspace
Now to thank
Now to thank my cadre of enablers who built a place
So worth quitting for
Now to fake
Now to fake the flu and skip a day of school to watch some Lost in Space
That’s called living
Your best life
Your best life
Let’s pretend that I’m David Gilmour
Speak truth on a faded billboard
Now to thank
Now to thank my cadre of enablers who built a place
So worth quitting for
Now to fake
Now to fake the flu and take a day off work to binge Amazing Race
That’s called living
Your best life
Your best
Now to thank
Now to thank my cadre of enablers who built a place
So befitting
Now to fake
Now to fake the flu and skip a day of school to watch some Lost in Space
That’s called living
Your best life
Your best life
Lauren London - additional vocals
Scarlett London - additional vocals
Copyright 2020 Zach London
Big guns don’t cry
Big guns don’t cry
I paint on my charlatan face
Up in your personal space
Tend to pretend to be what I condemn
So nourish or perish the thought
Either it’s something I’m not
Or it’s all that I am
Time erodes
Oceans recede and leave just mud
Mud between my toes
I’ve honed circular grieving
Coming home, but not the way I chose
Mud between my toes
Big guns don’t cry
The harder I stare I at the screen
The more I feel bitter and mean
The more I feel bitter, the harder I stare
The blood of excess in my veins
Pumping out Ill-gotten gains
Filthy lucre to spare
Time erodes
Oceans recede and leave just mud
Mud between my toes
I’ve honed circular grieving
Coming home, but not the way I chose
Mud between my toes
Erodes
Oceans recede and leave just mud
Mud between my toes
Mud between my toes
Mud between my toes
Mud between my toes
Lauren London - vocals
Copyright 2020 Zach London
I’m feeling something coming on. It might be a special feeling. I think I’ve got… I know I’ve got something to say!
I can take indelicate but not impolite
Dumpster diving etiquette precludes wearing white
Grecophiles know “nostalgia” means the pain of the night
You’ve ruined Misfit New Year’s Eve
Little Mrs. Griddlecake is one of her names
Mama mixed the batter with Bartles & Jaymes
I believe in heaven, but why all the flames?
You’ve ruined Misfit New Year’s Eve
This may sting a little but try not to move
Tips are common courtesy, but if you approve
Purring is just poetry with nothing to prove
You’ve ruined Misfit New Year’s Eve
My hang-ups have hang-ups and
Those hang-ups have hang-ups
So you can bet
That’s what you’ll get
Speak your sordid secret for me
Your distorted sorry secret story
I won’t tell, I’ll be your No-Tell laureate
Baa baa black sheep mutton, have you any views?
Smack that genius button, it’s worth every bruise
Cursing is just poetry with nothing to lose
You’ve ruined Misfit New Year’s Eve.
Copyright 2020 Zach London
The heart is bound
The heart is bound
To serve the mind and not the other way around
You’re just a pump
When brain says jump
You say, “How high?”
The heart is trained
The heart is trained
To keep the beat
The rhythm section for the brain
But on your own
You have no tone or tune
Doot duh doo, doot duh doo
Lie lie la la lie
Lie la la lie
La la la lie
La la la lie
La di dee dah
The heart is trained
The heart (the heart) is trained (is trained)
To keep the beat
The rhythm section for the brain
But on your own
You have no tone or tune
Doot duh doo, doot duh doo
Lie lie la la lie
Lie la la lie
La la la lie
La la la lie
La di dee dah
The heart is bound
The heart (the heart) is bound (is bound)
To serve the mind and not the other way around
You’re just a pump
When brain says jump
You say, “How high?”
The heart is trained
The heart (the heart) is trained (is trained)
To keep the beat
The rhythm section for the brain
But on your own
You have no tone or tune
Doot duh doo, doot duh doo
Lauren London - additional vocals
Malcolm London - additional vocals
Copyright 2019 Zach London
