That fine fever brought us here
Lambasted eyeballs
When we kiss the dirt the orchids laugh
What a gut pageant, we could play for hours

What a gut pageant, meat for the flowers
You break out of a paper bag, and wake up on the street
Just kidding
You don't have to go

I asked him why the grass is blue and stray boys don't go home
Why 4 a.m.'s so screwy
He says "Sleep through it"
What a gut pageant, we could play for hours

What a gut pageant, meat for the flowers
Not too special not too strange
Just the way I like 'em
You find an empty promise and stick by it

Not too pretty not too sweet
Just the way I like you
When you kiss the dirt the orchids laugh harder than me
Tell me another one

I could sit for hours
When anyone laughs I know I'm a coward
When we kiss the dirt the orchids laugh harder than me

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Writer(s): KRISTIN HERSH