lyrics from pratley EP

 

old platoon

can't fall in line 

can't follow anyone 

can't be another gun for the old platoon 

 

so taste what they make 

it tastes of the victims' blood 

so i'll keep the cleaner tongue hidden in my room 

 

i'm a mistake 

i'm just like everyone 

i sucked the loving blood from my mother's womb 

 

so stop and relate 

those aren't just target zones 

those are some people's homes you turn into tombs 

 

so clean up, clean up, clean up, clean up! 

just clean up, clean up, clean up, clean up!

 

now i'm awake 

and i can't kill anyone 

can't be the coward gun for the old platoon 

 

so fuck what they make! 

it tastes of a power lust 

so i'll keep the love and trust of my best friends' rooms 

 

so clean up, clean up, clean up, clean up!

just clean up, clean up, clean up, clean up! 

so clean up, clean up, clean up, clean up! 

just clean up, clean up, clean up, clean up!

 

 

farmer

dad was a farmer 

he believed in the ground 

he said "son, all that matters, has yet to be found,

in the earth, in her dirt..." 

 

mom was a lover 

of all that was sound 

she said "son, sing forever, your beauty is bound to be heard

by the birds, through your words, be absurd..."

 

american home

so we cam from nothing

turned it into something

where did we go wrong here? 

what was i born into? 

 

and all the while, my country smiles, they smile 

the things they're in, it's all pretend, they smile 

home, home american home 

all the logic that built you is wrong 

home, home, you failed as a home 

now i don't know 

i don't know where i belong... 

 

the sovereign eyes were on me 

they draw their lines upon me 

like the priests that ran my hometown 

they're the creatures running this one 

 

and all the while, my country smiles, they smile 

the shit they're in, it's all pretend, they smile 

home, home american home 

all the lines that designed you are flawed 

home, home, you failed as a home 

now i don't know 

i don't know where i belong... 

 

"what is this... i don't know... 

"yeah i did like try to get back up, but then i couldn't get back up...tortured souls... fuck it up, you know? gotta change things..." 

"...have you ever listened to Lorelai?" 

"... i want to have sex with everything... this man runs outside at twilight and strikes a match on his chest and carves his initials in a tree.." 

"...that's what learning is to me, when things don't make any sense..."