lyrics
Horn, horn,
you draw my scorn.
Apocalyptic
candy corn.
Build a wall
and get reborn.
It’s horn, horn,
you draw my scorn.
When the little fish
eat the bigger fish.
And the bigger fish
eat even bigger ones…
Well, the devil has
a face for this.
Looks a bit like
a little fish
swimming in your
candy dish.
It’s foolish fantasy,
it’s hubris.
Horn, horn,
you draw my scorn.
Apocalyptic
candy corn.
Build a wall
and get reborn.
It’s horn, horn,
you draw my scorn.
Horn, horn,
you eat my ire.
Presentation,
pure desire.
Lick the match and
set my fire.
It’s horn, horn,
you eat my ire.
When the dead ones rise and
tell even bigger lies and
they get more believable, well,
it's conceivable...
The devil has
a place for us.
Down a road that's
paved in stardust.
Nothing there but
berries and nuts.
Foolish fantasy,
just trust me.
Horn, horn,
you draw my scorn.
Apocalyptic
candy corn.
Build a wall
and get reborn.
It’s horn, horn,
you draw my scorn.
It's like moving,
like moving a mountain....
It's like moving,
moving in singular motion.
It's like moving,
like moving a mountain....
It's like moving,
moving in singular motion.
Horn, horn,
you draw my scorn.
Apocalyptic
candy corn.
Build a wall
and get reborn.
It’s horn, horn,
you draw my scorn.
When the little fish
eat the bigger fish.
And the bigger fish
eat even bigger ones…
Well, the devil has
a face for this.
Looks a bit like
a little fish
swimming in your
candy dish.
It’s foolish fantasy,
it’s hubris.
It's like moving,
like moving a mountain....
It's like moving,
moving in singular motion.
It's like moving,
like moving a mountain....
It's like moving,
moving in singular motion.
credits
from
Death By Misadventure,
released February 11, 2017
Witten & performed by Garry Ash, Gary Lewis & Simian Crease
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