Текст песни 9 to 5 Graveyard - Cat Soup, Time

9 to 5 Graveyard

I don’t know where I’ve gone recently\nI think when you left I lost a piece of me\nI found this song in an unmarked grave\nI dug up the body and recognized the face\nLet’s clothe these bones with some paper maiche\nThen animate the organs with lightning and clay\nLet’s make his skull more than a cage\nFull of depression, regret, guilt and rage\nI found some worms playing double dutch with my bloody guts\nI found some tendons and such and put my jaw back with an uppercut\nI put a zipper on my mouth so I could listen more\nCause' when you talk too much that’s when you knock on ignorance door\nGimme eyes to see everything the real and the spectacle\nGimme the courage to forgive so I could just let it go\nHumble no pedestal, focused like set a goal\nMagic is my medical, I eat fear, edible\nNo heavy water in my eyes no time to cry\nIt’s time to go back and figure out how I died\nThey said I died from lack of passion\nFrom working 9 to 5 and over acting\nThis time around I wanna be liberated\nNot domesticated, and put into a job where I hate it and I’m jaded\nGetting faded on occasions cause' I wish I woulda made it\nIt’s just a cycle that I’ve taken and I’m finally gonna break it\nHumble pie I need to bake it, my soul I need to wake it\nSmiles I’ve been faking, that’s why my hearts been vacant\nWould you rather be dispossessed or possessed?\nRepossessed, or in possession and blessed?\nI see a new image dancing in a wounded mirror\nI used to be a ghost to the world hopefully soon this fog will clear\nHiding only works if someone is looking for you\nThis is what happens when you’re the cop and crook too\nI called up the precinct and turned myself in\nBut my voice didn’t work, all they heard was the wind\nWhat if forensics finds the answers?\nWhat if they stole my fingerprints?\nWhere did i leave my book of matches?\nWe’ll find you, well find you