Song | Squirrel Song |
Artist | Shellac |
Album | 1000 Hurts |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
This is a sad fuckin' song | |
We'll be lucky if I don't bust out crying | |
How does it feel? | |
Your night light, your curling iron | |
Lit up by the sweat of others, | |
For pennies a day | |
But not from November to May | |
The floor is littered | |
With woodchips and apple cores | |
And hulls (holes, husks?) of acorns | |
There is a chattering sound | |
Because they were squirrels; real squirrels. | |
(And there were thousands) | |
This isn't some kind of metaphor, | |
Goddamn, this is real |