My Wife and the Goblin

Acting like I don’t know
Where lost media lives
Fill a casket
Jpegs and a tiff
Forty thousand photos
Thirty thousand vids
Brain is a vulture
My soul is a pig
Wait 3 days then I’m back on the binge
Will like a finger bent by the hinge
Wait three days then I’m back on the binge
My whole life a laugh put the jester in a clinch

My wife and the goblin
They’ve been in the changing room
Green skinny legs lifting up and they’re spelling doom
My son and the mailman
They’ve been trying to kill me
Bomb in the shoe put the logs on the railway
Preacher and the vampire kissing the booth
Blood filling up putting stains in the roof
Eyes full of crust wake up in the afternoon
But I see the world through the back of a spoon

Acting like I don’t know
Where lost media lives
Fill a casket
Jpegs and a tiff
Forty thousand photos
Thirty thousand vids
Brain is a vulture
My soul is a pig
Wait 3 days then I’m back on the binge
Will like a finger bent by the hinge
Wait three days then I’m back on the binge
My whole life a laugh put the jester in a clinch

(Damn that goblins handsome)

All your
Life spent
Waiting for what will not
All your
Life spent
Waiting for what will not
Come
Come
Waiting for what will not