LYRIC FOR SALE (BUYER)

By Asylum Avenue

Baby, you can stop spinning me around
This blindfold doesn't even fit
I know there'll be plenty of sweets raining down
I just need to know where to hit
There's gold in these hills, silver in the purse
Eternal life right where I stand
I know the terrain -- the refrain and the verse
I know this heartache like the back of my hand

They say we're just goin' round in a loop
Well I could-a told them that
I've seen the crooked way the planet moves
And it could all stop at the drop of a hat
When the dwarf and the giant decide to collide,
And the oceans boogie down with the sand,
I'll be your friendly catastrophic guide;
I know this heartache like the back of my hand

I know these quarters
I remember this seat
Under a dirty light bulb,
I saw myself
Chained up with nothing to eat

A handsome young couple buys an old mansion...
You see where this thriller is heading
So much love gets driven out by possession,
It's a wonder it survives the wedding
So summon the medium, call up the clergy
Prepare to be hung by a strand
It's about to get scary, but don't you worry
I know this heartache like the back of my hand.

© 2014 by Keith Charles Dovoric / Broken Pilgrim Songs