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Pick Your Ears Up




There's a party in the sewer.
The rats are all out. Hard core bands
Spill some noise on this gutted city.

Shout up the gutter, butter the trash.
We'll have a feast at least.
At last.

Pick your ears up, stop living that lie.
Break the surface, crack the shell.
You're living inside, living outside,
Living in limbo.

Pick your ears up, take the cotton out,
There's a reason for the reason there is one.

Tie your shoestrings, check your premise to.
Don't get ahead of your head,
Don't fall behind your mind.

Pick your ears up, stop living that lie.
Break the surface, crack the shell.
You're living inside, living outside,
This is limbo.

There's a party in the clouds.
Riddles by the bunch.
Kegs of religion being tapped with a hunch.

There's a fire in the Arctic.
Icebergs up in flames.
People down in Washington, they're spinning dizzy games.

Pick your ears up, stop living those lies.
Break the surface, crack the shell.
You're living inside, living outside,
This is limbo.







© Mitch Treger