50 Foot Wave Hog Child
Our tinfield voices threw me
On high alert indefinitely
Our fears are dirty
Will the windshield wipers bring you home to me?
[Chorus]
All it takes is will and battery
All it takes dying happy
All it takes is half a century
I can't shake you
You can't impress me and you don't have to
Hog child born wild in a surreal tinfield
Slip back out of that hyperactivity
Slip back into my hyperlife dream
The tears I shed for you weren't all clean
And wholly obsessed with your eyes
There is a point where self-sacrifice loses light
[Chorus]
All it takes is will and battery
All it takes dying happy
All it takes is half a century
I can't shake you
You can't impress me and you don't have to
You don't have to
Hog child born wild in a surreal tinfield
So this rope and this burn are both rope burns
They mean no harm
I could almost die happy
I could almost die happy
So this rope and this burn are both rope burns
They mean no harm
I could almost die happy
I could almost die happy
Almost
