Alright 1, 2, 3, 4...

Demerol cast away,
Co-defrequent,
Soma holiday,
If I was a morgue noone would die.
This atonal score,
For if you're rhythmic dancing on the dance floor.
I'm dying the death of a mad man for...

Standard procedure.
I serve no use for you.
God's littlest creature,
You're my...

You witnessed my ball and chain,
That pushes away like a cancer.
And be the count that parted mine.
Handicap that pushes madness between lover.
I dabble in the business of...

Standard procedure,
I serve no use for you.
God's littlest creature,
You're my new muse.

The mind tricks the body,
Body thinks the mind is crazy,
My mind tricks the body,
Body thinks my mind is...

So best of luck to you,
And a burning barge to float you through.
Lost in you for days,
Enjoy the distance as we gaze.
Before I die, Didn't we say one day?
Maybe not, didn't we say one day?

Standard procedure,
I serve no use for you.
God's littlest creature,
You're mine...

Standard procedure,
I serve no use for you
God's littlest crea[ture]...

Todd: That's fucking perfect.
Beck: Just leave it at, leave it at the fucking, these chords fucking blow.
Daryl: What happened?
Todd: He hurt his finger playing his chords.
Beck: My finger like, my pinker, like, snapped.
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Midwestern Stylings Lyrics

Glassjaw – Midwestern Stylings Lyrics