Kristin Hersh Mississippi Kite Lyrics

ou paint your own tv on the wall carve out insects to feed us all lights ash by and the fast world echoes your thoughts

your compass led you to the edge of a lake you'll singe your nuts down there if you take such bad advice from the love gods of hate you'll get cold

you get burned, you get cold

on the plush green rug in the lime green light eyes like white stones in black light i promise you everything that you like

i go 'mississippi kite' gloss assails us then dims comic book nights, la grim the hollywood martians, lucky stiffs, f*cking win
you told me enough times you can't give me enough rope to hang myself one time, but I can always hope you come down on me so hard that I choke and go

you get burned, you get cold

meanwhile, I feed you boric acid and air lemon drops, snow cream, speckled eggs the sweat seeps in through a crack in your head

you go 'mississippi kite'