Aletta Lyrics

Simple folk need their love songs
Idiots love an anthem
Dinner bell for the dumb
Cattle-call for morons
Repeat a woman's name
Keep your verses vague
Motivate yourself a singalong

Oh, Aletta, you have such nice skin Oh, Aletta, nose-down in a tailspin

Caltrops for your racing thoughts
Spiked pit for your feelings
Your stupid head hunted to extinction
Your wood-paneled brain
Stress cracks in the frame
Mold and holes in the drywall

Oh Aletta, you have such nice skin Oh, Aletta, nose-down in a tailspin

The ground tore open
The Devil and I locked eyes
He said, "son, I wanna support ya
But it's like you don't even try"
I waited at the pier for you to resurface I waited but you didn't notice