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?