Gerard Way as The Mountain Goat lyrics

The men were here to get your Belgian things

They'll spend the whole day hauling them downstairs

I shot a roll of thirty-two exposures

My camera groans beneath the weight it bears

I can see you in my sleep

Playing the points for all you're worth

Send somebody out for soda, comb through the carpet for clues

Reflective tape on our sweatpants, big holes in our shoes

Every couple minutes someone says he can't stand it any more

Laugh lines on our faces, scale maps of the ocean floor

And I dreamt of a camera

Pointing out from inside the television

And the aperture yawning and blinking

Wake up all the birds of prey

Dig your tools out from the clay

Seal the exits of your room

Watch the cactus flowers bloom

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Build a house from sticks and mud

Listen to the poison singing in your blood

Pull yourself a tall cool drink

Carve your initials in the bathroom sink

And send my regards to the boys down on the corner

Making contact gets harder

As the silence grows longer

And isn't it only me?

Who'd like us to see each other?

How I would hate to be a bother

The way we left it was you'd ring

I'm under no illusion

As to what I meant to you

But you made an impression

And sometimes I still feel the bruise

From the housetops to the gutters

From the ocean to the shore

The warning signs have all been bright and garish

Far too great in number to ignore

From the cities to the swamplands

From the highways to the hills

Our love has never had a leg to stand on

From the aspirins to the cross-tops to the Elavils

But, I will walk down to the end with you

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Look past the kitchen cabinets

Go through the chest of drawers

Scrutinize the casements

Rip the varnish off the doors

Dig up the laughing photographs

They're here somewhere or other

Take what you can carry

But let me tell you brother

Still waters go stagnant

Bodies bloat

Three years on the local circuit

Played twice at the county fair

And the second time, Ben

Our friend who worked the business end

Said a guy from a label was there

There were two more like him at the next show

Staring us down like hawks

And there was love in the air

And all the money was there

And we were going on tour

With Candlebox

watch this space

I think something's wrong with me

I think something's glued-down wrong, maybe permanently

I'm gonna tell you once, you oughta listen

you came here for comfort, you came to the wrong place

I got a strong stomach and a murmur in my heart

I got a tremor in my hand, muscle twitches in my face

and I think something's wrong with me

I think something's snapped-on wrong, maybe permanently

Nice new clothes on you and old cardboard produce box for a cradle.

I mashed some bananas in a coffee cup and I fed you there at the kitchen table.

Crows outside complaining about the finer points of local politics.

Strange wind all full of new smells -- rust and fur and reception sticks.