Fin Lyrics

Fin

Open call for prison architects
Send me your blueprints ASAP
Stack the walls such that I cannot breathe
Man is breedin` forever, because of the weather I hope soon to leave from
the east

No more absolutes, no more absolutes
Stick your penitentiary clothes inside the vent and run along, Leigh

Amateur seasalt gatherers colonized
They`re good enough for Conrad Hilton, not good enough for my eyes
I trust you will tell me if I am making a fool of myself
Man is breedin` forever, breedin` forever, they come out and blister the
sea, oh yeah