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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Lambchop
Lambchop
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Kurt Wagner
Kurt Wagner
Composer
Alejandro Romero
Alejandro Romero
Arranger
Joao Seixas
Joao Seixas
Arranger
Leïla Séguin
Leïla Séguin
Arranger
Josh Oldershaw
Josh Oldershaw
Arranger
Thomas Bertrand
Thomas Bertrand
Arranger
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Kurt Wagner
Kurt Wagner
Producer
Jeremy Ferguson
Jeremy Ferguson
Producer

Lyrics

When your day implodes And your afternoon grows old And you step outside to the rain drops glide And your dog slips out and you shake the cobwebs free Is there more to this breath that you are taking? When there's a lack of breeze in the huckleberry tree And the spin out there is that no one really cares You're the poster child of last decades poster vibe Is it just a natural conclusion? Ooh, we'll stand there to connect then All our powers is merely human We began as friends in the language of the then But the comic waves that were looked upon for days When the path to stray, I know I'm sure I swear Is there something in this that is worth singing? See the roof nearby it was damaged by the sky And the neighbours to you are no longer There's a chill in the air aforementioned disrepair All these moments that are to be treasured Ooh, I never said I had the answer That I live here next to the house of cancer On the scale of ten, he got the best of both of them And you collect your shoes from the carpet of abuse There's a light inside that is bright, but just as clean Is there still something that you didn't mention? We are building yachts in the former parking lot For the pride and joy of the recently employed I never offer things like a chicken or a hymn Are these pixels of a better picture? Whoever said you had the answer Living by the ghost of the house of cancer Someone scratched the floor as a bug blew in the door It was dim in soon, how the barks could fill in room Just the perfect dad and I wish we could pretend That tomorrow would be all that was waiting, ooh And it was immense and designs that will connect To the floating power of their offers and our plea With your hands reached out, but replies are now delayed Is there really too much to take with you? A question can be a form of answer Like Jeopardy called in the house cancer Covering with bricks, the view before our eyes Still, we'll work our best and last for days It's relentless and it spends all your energy to end In the morning, will you still be craving? With the paper cup and your dog that's just a pup People came and went, a position you resent To reply in kind, oh, how could we be so blind? Is there wonder half the world around you breaking? Colour flights and praise are not your eyes in And your smiles inside the walls of the house of cancer See the flowers wilt in the government they built And the hammers wail for the ship that hasn't sailed We will fall behind of that message over time Is it written in your constitution? Should be stepping white, ordinary that's light And we can watch them wonder what the deal is You go secretly, throw some water on the leaves It's the best of the days, not been wasting, ooh Me either watching or the dancer For living, laughing at the house of cancer, ooh Call your best shots and that doctor's got a lot Of ideas that make even children made to wait There's a line that forms and it's really quite a rush Can we take the next ride to your demonstration? The farmer's cat and your dog that's only black And your favourite chair, it's the only chair that's there And you'll look out West through the window to the moon Is there something out there for you to be thinking? It's just a guess and not your answer The porch lights just out in the house of cancer And the Christmas parade got starting late today And a smaller thing one than the one expected And the baby's crying and the mothers hands are full What has happened to the line down at the grocery? The mayors alright and she used to strike at the day For all our cares and there's always so many prayers By the comments they bring, you can hear them echo sing Where the hell are those saints a going watch him? Yeah, it's not a letter to be answered Park it in the lot of the house of cancer, ooh Please, I beg you, do not answer Just board it, care the house of cancer, ooh
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