Glory Weed

A thousand voices start their screaming when you leave
 A thousand screamers find their voice and start to scream
 We already blew the glory weed
 Your well-done fury don't deserve to pull me down
 That facile magic show can't burn away my ground
 We already turned the game around
 And I'm in a fog like a stupid dog
 And who do you think should tell the story
 Under the bed tonight?
 And who did you think that shrinking violet
 Would turn out to be?
 Your mama lion mouth and mata mata soul
 That scary face you're making at your holy Joe
 You already brought the battle home
 And who do you think should tell the story
 Under the bed tonight?
 And who did you think that shrinking violet
 Would turn out to be?
 Travelling souls like us, the wicked, the carnies
 We all eat up this swill these fucked bedtime stories
 You already brought me to my knees
 And I'm cheap and here like a souvenir