Army Of Freshmen – Here In The Fan lyrics

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at the truck stop where angel works Serving
the bean god to flannel jerks She's
home to her couch ridden heavyweight champ He
kisses his wife with aluminum bats Princess
of waitresses left there to hide Under
a portrait of Jesus' eyes Two
holy eyes they hang from the wall Two
holy eyes still nobody saw days

go by here, in the fan I'm fine Falling
off blades sometimes landing, on lies crouched

in a hallway made safe by the screen Covering
vowels up with Vogue magazine I
touched her hand asked, for her name Smiled
through a tear drop she, said ashamed And
every day since the bells chime regret A
fool at the counter worshipping, checks Parades
catch on fire we're, all born Twenty
years later the blanket is torn days

go by here, in the fan I'm fine Falling
off blades sometimes landing, on lies now

we're back at my vigil on route 43 They'll
be NO MORE DREAMS Scream
at the black birds and Auld Lang Syne He
broke the necklace of Ana Ng days

go by here, in the fan I'm fine Falling
off blades sometimes landing, on lies Days
go by here, in the fan I'm fine Falling
off blades sometimes landing, on lies Landing
on lies landing, on lies landing, on lies