Guest from Kneaded Chearts by The Darts

Running into my arms
Because you're immune to my charms
Getting through the communication barrier.
I wrote it. I strongly irresisted.
I change the subject midsentence.
There's no anger in my voice
When I'm simply stating the facts
Believing it is your choice.
In the last paragraph
Who left out all the emotion
Finding out one day, it is the way.
Mormon's place bets on flying carpets.
I don't smoke any cigarettes.
But die like all the rest.
Is that anyway to treat a guest?
Don't swallow stomach burns.
Don't give a fiddler's fuck.
What keeps the stars from falling?
How much water must I eat?
To turn a curse into a treat?
To drive a hearse with my own feet.
I got gloves to clean the street.
Charismatic sincerity idolizing over clover.
Grover Cleveland.
Grover Cleveland.
Grover Cleveland.

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