King Jeans from Harakiri Krishnas by Eleven Year Old
Tracklist
| 8. | King Jeans | 4:39 |
Lyrics
shoot me over the
fence cause I
could not stop fawning
for all your yawning
was curled in and washed out
yearning for florid
for florid cheeks and
a pet to peak with
go to place a hand in hand
and weave four fingers in between
back and forth
on your birthmark
or your bruise
they are too easily confused
I’m in it for the trip
the back and forth
until we’re dead from
out feet to our heads come
out onto damp lawns
to light a candle
to candle light we
may not or might be
go to place a hand in hand
and weave four fingers in between
back and forth
on your birthmark
or your bruise
they are too easily confused
I do believe that when our lives go by
we forget we already died
all of this playing out before our eyes
we must have seen a million times
still there's no reason you should ever cry
it's just a game inside your mind
on his throne
he sits alone
King Jeans we know
