C-Sides

Chris Garneau - Love Zombies eat and sleep and shun your mother she's the one who gets all your goats and herds them up two hills with rotten oats apple orchard goat the place you loved the most your holy frightened ghost your heart they liked the me

Before cultivation of christmas trees they were down on their knees in the wood inspecting the trunk for good axing potential and that's how they knew if they could that's how they knew if they could it's almost almost christmas and you might, maybe

Lions close their cat eyes too They sleep the same as lovers do I don't know how I got here But I know where I have to go And I'm scared I'll wind up dead Raccoon babes get left behind Sometimes the runt's too small For moms to care a little bit For

And oh, the rage is gone And oh, the sorrys begin And though, the drinking has thinned Oh, still I wrestle I wrestle within And then to you I don't look so good Like I did what I felt like Like I did what I would But I don't have my dog And I don't m

I, I was kidding about the mean things While we were sleeping He rushed in, he rushed in The fan stopped, the fan stopped Oh oh oh oh Flashlights and tele's Drinking on the street All the lights are out in New York City And it never ever will be too