Grant Hart Lyrics

I can't cry, I can't apply a word to sum it up
Under stress I can't repress the moment it erupts
Hear the sound of paper drums and shredded paper voice
Got to turn up 'keep hanging on' as if I had a choice

Prairie fires and pitchfork choirs inspire as they create
Turn it up, it's too far down, until we can relatePosies - Grant Hart - http://motolyrics.com/posies/grant-hart-lyrics.html
Minnesota new day rising first day in the store
Take the couch at someone's house and wait around to score

Nervous children making millions: you owe it all to them
Power trios with big-ass deals: you opened for it then
I can see, I can see, I can see it all with my one good eye
For a start take two grant harts and call me when you die