The Connells — Burial Art

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Worse enough to peel it off,
slate gray, any day
Winding down brought to ground,
slate gray year
Nothing much but it’s enough,
just hanging around
Wrap it plain like cellophane,
strange, strange

That’s when you lift me
Miss Amphetamine
That’s what you give me

You like burial art, me too
You’ve been fallin’ apart, me too
And you don’t bruise, and I
might amuse
So dig me, dig me, dig me now

Just enough to throw things
off, same lame
runaround
Winding down, brought to
ground, same lame year
Nothing much but it’s enough,
just hanging around
Wearing thin, caving in,
strange, strange

That’s when you show me
Miss Demonstrative
That’s how you’ll know me

You like burial art, me too
You’ve been fallin’ apart, me too
And you don’t learn, but I’m
not concerned
So dig me, dig me, dig me

You like burial art, me too
You’ve been fallin’ apart, me too
And you don’t bruise, and I
might amuse
So dig me, dig me, dig me now
You like burial art, me too
You’ve been fallin’ apart, me too
And you seem worse and that’s
not a first
So dig me, dig me, dig me now
So dig me, dig me, dig me now
So dig me, dig me, dig me