A Bigger Paper Bag
FATHER JOHN MISTY · Pure Comedy 2017 · Track 07 of 13
Written by Josh Tillman
Dance like a butterfly and drink like a fish If you're bent on taking demons down with only your fist And I've never known anyone who could lose himself in a bigger paper bag The weaker the signal, the sweeter the noise Hunching over an instrument that you now employ Like the Starvation Army needs a marching piano in the band Are you feeling used? I do
Oh, I was pissing on the flame Like a child with cash or a king on cocaine I've got the world by the balls Am I supposed to behave?
What a fraud What a con You're the only One I love
It's easy to assume that you've built some rapport With a someone who only likes you for what you like yourself for Okay, you be my mirror but remember the only a few angles I tend to prefer I'm only here to serve
Oh, I was pissing on the flame Like a child with cash or a king on cocaine I've got the world by the balls Am I supposed to behave?
Oh, I was dancing 'round the flame Like a high-wire act with a "who, me?" face I was living on nothing but water and cake
What a fraud What a con You're the only One I love
One I love One I love