Bad Life Lyrics

Bad Life lyrics

Morning sun begins the day

Mothers child has gone away

Locked inside
the game that they taught him all to play

Closet city sleeping pretty
tired from the day

And if he leaves the tiny porch light dim

He'll
keep the dogs at bay

Snotty little brat he plays

Never puts his
toys away

Breaks the ones he's used if they don't sparkle anymore

dollies in the playhouse kissing

All their little heads are missing

Chop their tiny hands with this thing

That's what daddy bought them
for

Red and White's turned blue today

I laugh to dry the tear
away

Sitting in my ceilings face

This boiling rainbow webbing
place

Smiles soft anger feeling shapes

Of mouths and hands in sonic
scapes

Fingers spanning psychic burning

Black Sabbath record
turning

Pools of vision, understanding

Forms absorb to keep from
laughing

Climb the walls, half inside them

Other side, air is thin
there

Friends inside pull me to them

Cannot keep from laughing,
laughing

Ripples from the portholes making contact

Center bending
circles

Growing echoes of each other

Float reflections of this
covered consciousness

Inside this eggshell

Masterpieces scattered
not well spoken

Yet still undertaken

Tiny streams of
orchestration

Flow into this fisheye car ride

Leaning close to
catch his good side

Tiny streams of orchestration