Lambchop The New Cobweb Summer Lyrics

The New Cobweb Summer Lyrics

Last thought that you think today

Has already happened

The link between profound and pain

Covers you like Sherwin Williams



Smokey Joe is broken

Drops into your lap

And the big red wasp

Makes a scan through my black pages



Last night, our boy was out there

Burning up his matches

Saw him in the afternoon

Sporting a black eye



The universal man

With a pistol or a bottle

Types with confidence

As we grow out of our bruises



Once I had a friend

Who had the knack of tossing

His mind around geography

Boy, you think, you have problems



The hunter is asleep

At least that's what I call him

In the afternoon of

The new cobweb summer