The Stomach of the Earth Lyrics

Will I rest my head in heaven
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.