Fig Dish – The Effects of Dehydration Lyrics

Album on Onanism

Track 12 on Onanism
The Effects of Dehydration Lyrics
Automatic loss
When we’ve finally begun
And each time you have lost
Any other way

Don’t get me started, the feeling’s departed

The look in her eyes
December’d be nice
Bitter spring flowers makes a short list

Dibs on the setlist, and go block the exits
Crowded receivers stopped dead on the eastern

It feels like I
Oughta say it
It seems like you
Don’t wanna know

Don’t become drunk
All time’s such a slump
The cobra is fine
‘Til you’re through with it

Stammer and flicker and stand here and bicker
Deadly symphonic, can’t try me, I’m on it
It feels like I
Oughta say it
It seems like you
Don’t wanna know

Just throw out the simple things
That irritate
Irritate, irritate

Airtight
As the lee side blows
Uptight
Well at least I know
In a word:
Indisputable

In a word
In a word
In a word, alright
In a word
In a word, alright
In a word, word, a word
In a word, alright
In a word
In a word, alright