Pidgeon Standard

I hear a flowing river
Waterfalls and pipes spilling out
Keep telling myself it's just background noise
But it's your fucking sewer mouth
Day after day and it only gets worse
Morrissey ain't got shit on you
I'd hesitate to choose who should die first

I can't know how to hear any more about you
Just rambling on and on and on
Takes so much for my words to cut through
An uphill battle and I can only lose
This needle and thread through your lips
Is my fucking dream come true

You're one word away
From a life of pain
I get sick from the sound of your voice
Make your choice