Taxidermy Stan

Duration

4:04

Lyrics

TAXIDERMY STAN Every day while I'm sitting around, My feet caught in the muddy ground, Who will find my fossilized feet? You're absorbed with the need to replete. I prolong the insane sensation, To deplete earth's complications, I turned the page and I heard a sound, Extraterrestrials have been found. -CHORUS- Lost at sea that's made of sand, Cradled by a corpse's hand, Crimson skies above my head, I laugh cause you're the ones that dead. Extraterrestrials on the rise, Dead bodies piled up to my eyes, Corpses lying across the land, That's where I found your lovely hand. -CHORUS- ©2010 Philip Boos