Teen Suicide
The Stomach Of The Earth
Will I rest my head in heaven
Or will I sleep in the stomach of the earth?
I'm not afraid of what might happen
Getting dressed for work
I’m crying through my haircut
Deep in the stomach of the earth
A quiet day, I show up drunk
To the bank of America
The viciousness of the glee club
Was legendary
The kind of thing you tell stories of
For the next few centuries
I watched the beauty
Of the world condensed
Tipping too much
On a twenty dollar check
From Letras Mania