"Brown Hair In a Birds Nest" as written by and Michael Kinsella....
Brown hair in a birds nest,
A pile of teeth under a tree,
The frayed sleeves of a poorly tailored jacket.

Another wasted night,
Searching for life.
Digging up graves, 'cause I've got something to say to the dead and buried.

You know how my mind it drifts,
A small boat lost at sea.
Callowed and rutterless,
To say the least.

I swear, on my mothers gravy,
That I didn't lie to you.
I was only, as usual, confused.

It was wrong of me to curse your family's name, and your faith,
And an answering machine,
and I knew it didn't know how to use.
For how long must I lie awake,
For how many long nights shall I keep digging up graves.

Well, I swear on my mothers gravy,
That I didn't lie to you.
I just didn't tell the truth.

Lyrics submitted by denvermarathon

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  • +2
    General CommentThe line callowed and rutterless should be:

    callow and rudderless

    neither callowed nor rutterless are words
    Tedwardon September 25, 2009   Link
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    General Commenti fucking swear on my mothers gravy.
    remembermaineon September 21, 2009   Link

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