Middle Mass lyrics

The evil is not in extremesIt’s in the aftermathThe middle massAfter the factVulturous in the aftermathSummer close seasonA quiet dope and cider manBut during the seasonHard drug and cider matesThe boy is like a tape loopThe boy is like a uh-uhNot much contactDrinking, the men waitThey are set at noughtBecause cripple states a holy stateBecause cripple states a holy stateThe werhmacht never got in hereThe werhmacht never got in hereThe werhmacht never got in hereThe werhmacht never got in hereThought it took us six yearsThe werhmacht never got in hereAnd living here you whisper, bubAnd living here you whisper, bub!This boy is like a tape loopAnd he has soft mittsBut he’s the last domainOf a very black, back room brainHe learned a word todayThe word’s misanthropyAnd he’s running to and fromThe cats from tin pan alleyAnd he’s running with and fromThe cats from tin pan alleyAnd going down the alleyTake the cats from the alleyUp to themThe alley’s full of cats from tin panCome into the back room brianAnd meetThe middl massThe middl massVulturous in the aftermathMiddl mass
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