No Matter from Rituals by Nice Bison

who’s here that wasn’t there before?
who’s that come knockin’ at your door?
what’s this, the evidence i found?
looks like your ship has run aground.

your words don’t bother me
you won the lottery when i met ya
til ya smoked up all the trees
and spent up all the cheese
you had her at hello.

i feel imprisoned in this head
knocked down, dragged out and left for dead
and staring at an orange sky
as all the feet go marching by

your words don’t bother me
you won the lottery when i met ya
til ya smoked up all the trees
and spent up all the cheese
you had her...

(bridge)

well-documented is my crime
problem is, it gets worse every time
I’m headed down a dangerous path
the question is, but can we laugh?

ya conned it out of me
a full lobotomy, or what have ya
the birds have offed the bees
there’s honey in the trees
–no matter

(bridge)

(outro)

• Rock
• new wave
• pop
• pop rock
• pop rock indie
• Chicago