Georgia take me to the sea where they
drown the babies that nobody can feed,
And in that sick ocean Georgia we‘ll be born again
Georgia, we‘ll swim so far in that ocean
crammed with shopping carts,
Georgia‘s got a tumor in her throat, she grows wild
strawberries on the roof of her overpriced apartment
in soho and I close my eyes but the sleep the
sleep doesn‘t come to me unless I‘m shitfaced
drunk. I dream of traffic.
Georgia, Georgia you know the wedding is
tomorrow, she‘s a well off girl with rich parents who
made a fortune off of real estate.
It smells like spring is yellow and headphones wail like
widows on designer pillows of Egyptian linen.
We‘ll I‘ve been here before, where the waterfalls decompose,
and symphonies go blind in the desert,
So grab a microphone put the tape in press record,
Georgia can you hear my heart explode.
Georgia take me to the sea, redesigned by the
billion dollar company. Clean as a brainwashed baby,
sugar sweet user friendly, version 1.2,
supernatural blue.
Georgia‘s collecting broken glass and tires,
she‘s building an airplane from the lonely hearts of liars.
Split knuckles black bloody sheets and cigarettes
from con-mens teeth, she‘ll fly around the world on
all that regret.
Georgia I hope the treatment isn‘t too rough, I hope
your eyes don‘t go into the fog of the world.
Not everything happens for a reason, I know that it
sounds appealing when you loose something
that‘s not replaceable.
We‘ll I‘ve been here before, where the waterfalls
decompose, and symphonies go blind in the desert,
So grab a microphone put the tape in press record,
Georgia can you hear my heart explode?.