Midwestern Stylings Lyrics

Demerol cast away
Co-defrequent soma holiday
If I was a morgue no one would die
This atonal score
For if you're rhythmic dancing on the dance floor
I'm dying the death of a mad man for

Standard procedure
I serve no use for you
God's littlest creature
You're my new muse

Not undercover
Now I'm letting it go
Not undercover
I'm glad that they know

So best of luck to you
And I burn the barge to float you through
Lost in you for days
Enjoy the distance as we gaze
Before I die
Didn't we say one day?
Maybe not
Did we say one day?

Standard procedure
I serve no use for you
God's littlest creature
You're my new muse

Not undercover
I'm letting it go
I'm not undercover
I'm glad that they know

Standard procedure
I serve no use for you
God's littlest creature
You're my new muse

Standard procedure
I serve no use for you
God's littlest creature
You're my new muse

There's a hole in my stomach and it goes right through
Said I, "There's a hole in my tongue too."
The mind tricks the body
The body thinks the mind is crazy
The mind tricks the body
The body think the mind is crazy
The mind tricks the body
The body thinks the mind is crazy
The mind tricks the body
The body think my mind is...