Crackers - Lambchop

Crackers spoil 
In the California sun 
Autumn leaves 
But she never said where she was going 
In your heart 
Your mind grow dumb 
You feign surprise to learn that 
That’s where babies come from 

Remove your grace and ease 
Try to avoid even the casual relationship to cheese 
Girl I’m on my knees 

There’s a righteous piece of cheese 

This twenty minutes 
Doesn’t seem that long 
Still there’s a tendency 
To always get the words wrong 
And here we sit 
Out this tropical storm 
Burning pages from your note book 
Just to keep your hands warm 

In or out of bed 
This sergeant shaved my head 
Your outrageous guess 

Cover them with roses and affliction 
Be the one that hardly speaks of fiction anymore 
To leave when you’re on top 
And your team gets robbed 
Overcastted funny faces 
Hardly reminiscent of the truth 

In the barracks 
By the army cot 
There’s a feller who’s just cut his face shaving 
And as he bleeds 
On his pillow in the dark 
Waiting for the morning 
when he gets to go online to you