Lyrics: Christian Comeaux/Ben Sooy
Music: Christian Comeaux/Joseph Flonnes/Ryan Day/Ben Sooy/Daniel Ernest Perez
It's so easy, and it's active
It unfolds slow enough to catch it
Deliberate, and decisive
The onset's slow enough to learn to like it
A small death, it's progress
One long drag
I'm content, make it worth it
When this piece of shit has run down its treads and served its purpose
Maybe it's just best to crash for the insurance
There's a movie
On the TV
There's a movie
Taken on a Handycam, I guess this is a memory
Yeah, I guess this piece of shit has run down its treads
And barely held together by rust and cheap gin
Frog in rapid boiling water
Just learned how to swim, but can't quite reach the edge of the saucepan
Twelve-volt cigarette lighter glows bright red
Clasped inside closed fist, ashtray body's writ