Something in the way you crucify me,
it makes me smile.
And when you offer up your sacrament,
you drown the whole world in your mire.

You can sail on waves of shit
and tap your pointless, ancient fingers to the bone.
But when your vessel sinks,
you'll drown again and know
that you've done nothing of your own...

I think I'm gonna die in a while,
I'm gonna hang on wood and try to smile,
and when peasants with their pitchforks come,
I'm gonna skip the town on everyone
They're all scum
They're all scum

Something in the way you evil eye me
and throw your glares.
You masquerade as fire
but behind your eyes there's nothing but dead air.

You admire your reflection staring back
at you from pools of shallow prose,
but when you meet yourself in mirrors
you will know that
you've done nothing of your own...

I think I'm gonna die in a while,
I'm gonna hang on wood and try to smile,
and when peasants with their pitchforks come,
I'm gonna skip the town on everyone.
They're all scum
They're all scum


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    Lyric Correction"Something in the way you crucify me,
    it makes me smile.
    And when you offer up your sacrament,
    you drown the whole world in your mire.

    You can sail on waves of shit
    and tap your pointless, ancient fingers to the bone.
    But when your vessel sinks,
    you'll drown again and know
    that you've done nothing of your own...

    I think I'm gonna die in a while,
    I'm gonna hang on wood and try to smile,
    and when peasants with their pitchforks come,
    I'm gonna skip the town on everyone
    They're all scum
    They're all scum

    Something in the way you evil eye me
    and throw your glares.
    You masquerade as fire
    but behind your eyes there's nothing but dead air.

    You admire your reflection staring back
    at you from pools of shallow prose,
    but when you meet yourself in mirrors
    you will know that
    you've done nothing of your own...

    I think I'm gonna die in a while,
    I'm gonna hang on wood and try to smile,
    and when peasants with their pitchforks come,
    I'm gonna skip the town on everyone.
    They're all scum
    They're all scum"


    The only way i can possibly read these lyrics is that Crocodiles weren't entirely happy with the review that Pitchfork gave their first album, and so this song is basically a massive **** you right back at them. Illustrated by the opening lines "Something in the way you crucify me; it makes me smile" and then "You admire your reflection stating back at you from pools of shallow prose" (sounds like a pretty apt description of Pitchfork to me). The there's the whole "you will know that you've done nothing of your own" business.
    Dystopia7on August 09, 2011   Link

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