Thirteenth Sunday from MATANGO! by The Kill Devil Hills

Yeah we’re firing on the megafauna
Ghost fishing in the gyre of Spain
And many say it’s better than dealing
with our mouse-trap pain
My heart is a full mosquito
Where I’m standing in the Pripyat rain
They say you gave cold shoulder
I know it’s only when the grid is strained

Thirteenth Sunday, thirteenth Sunday
Thirteenth Sunday, six souls to Monday

She was stolen by an IG stalker
A factotum for her fame
Seoul chemtrails across that morning
And the bat shriek of her train
And we’re frying chimps for the bush meat
Out by the monsters of Lake Eyre
And the kraken that the old gods sent us
Is fucking writhing in the plastic air

Thirteenth Sunday, thirteenth Sunday
Thirteenth Sunday, six souls to Monday

Now we’re pushing into six feet over
Pax narcotica come again
And the yellow hue of fermata
Is arising like moraine
Mandem got my faith these days
The money’s easy here in Riyadh
When you’re young you can do almost anything
And it won’t be sad
And it won’t be sad

Thirteenth Sunday, thirteenth Sunday
Thirteenth Sunday, six souls to Monday

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