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Now We Slowly Circle The Draining Fish Bowl

This song is by The Paper Chase and appears on the album God Bless Your Black Heart (2004).

I'll come back from the war
But everything I touch seems to break
And I won't be the same man
I won't be the same man you knew
And I was somewhat tickled by your gauge
Of your ticker tape parade
Now you know and you know that I know
We could dance all night here on their graves
God bless our black souls

Cause the serpent still sleeps
The servant still eats
That black guard is still some integral part
Of those ideas we keep
So there was no desperate ache or pain
As I sent my little babe to the drawer
Cause after all after all we can't all join hands to sing hallelujah

When there's work to be done
(Bring 'em back)
But don't stop now you're still ahead
Don't get caught in pursuits like the rest
Don't get smart now you need it we knew
Back long before this twisted soul
I'll be something you'd rather not know
I'll be something that stings to believe

It won't stop the war
(Bring 'em back)
But don't stop now you're still ahead
Don't get caught in conceits like your dad
Don't get smart now you need it we knew
Back long before this twisted soul
I'll be something you'd rather not know

This was something we choose to believe
Not me! as I kick and claw home in a box
Find a place, job to claim, eat my heart
Hope I choke, hope I stroke, catch the flu
In your arm, your chair, your family heirlooms
Wife resents kids that fuck in your room
When we laugh we'll be laughing at you
When you circle your draining fish bowl
Sell your house, sell your car, sell your soul
Spend your whole life just praying to spend
Your life