The Shins Follow

Sleeping Lessons

Go without,

'Til the need seeps in

You low animal,

Collect your novel petals for the stem,

And glow,

Glow,

Melt and flow,

Eviscerate your fragile frame,

And spill it out in the ragged floor,

A thousand different versions of yourself,

And if the old guard still offend,

They got nothing left on which you depend,

So enlist every ounce

Of your bright blood,

And off with their heads,

Jump from the hook

You're not obliged to swallow anything you despise

See, those unrepenting buzzards want your life,

And they got no right--

As sure as you have eyes,

They got no right,

Just put yourself in my new hooves,

And see that I do what I do,

Because the old guard still offend,

(Their pudgy hearts and slimy hands)

They got nothing left on which we depend.

So enlist every ounce

Of your bright blood,

And off with their heads.

Jump from the hook,

You're not obliged to swallow anything you despise

That you despise.