Lagwagon - The Contortionist lyrics

In a chalk dotted line

Draw a kid, left behind

Severed limbs in harmony

Strumming from a few good deeds

Carry it to survive

To a bed half alive

Held before a dozen times

Deep inside a funeral for a friend

Runs in portions like film clips

Run, run

Rundown the list

The memoirist

Like kindling

Burn, burn, burn, burn down

I will stay inside

The saved

It's a good mourning

They will ignite you

The doomed

I will write for you

Of a boy, damaged goods

Of a bench, understood

For a spell, the soul resides

In a yellow chalk outline

Carry on the camel's back

Have another heart attack

To the cure I would drive

Played that scene a hundred times to date

Today's ambition, to relate

In a sustaining saccharine state

Impart the burden and get well

It's what everyone's trying to sell

Anything you want to be

Weigh the screenplay and revise

Warp, warp, warp with the contortionist

So hopelessly ill-fated everyday

He will stay inside

The doomed

It's a good mourning to loom

They will inspire him

The saved Innocently filling graves