Crispin Glover Lyrics

Crispin Glover lyrics



They don't love you anymore

Blood trails blacknails

Leave a light on

And put a key in the back door



Yeah, they're laughing at you

They're not laughing with you



It's another guilt slip

On my Freudian trip

And I think the jokes on me



Bad seeds grow weeds

Crispin Glover

I wish you were on my TV

Girl Bruise Sad News

On her birthday

Turn the channel and you'll see



That they're laughing at us

They're not laughing with us

And I think the jokes on me



Just another guilt slip

On my Freudian trip

As we choke on the irony



Yeah, they're laughing at us

They're not laughing with us

And God damn the jokes on me



Just another drug slip

On my Pagan field trip

Are you saint or celebrity



Crispin Glover save us all