Hast Thou Considered the Tetrapod Songtext

von The Mountain Goats

You are sleeping off your demons
When I come home
Spittle bubbling on your lips
Fine white foam

I am young and I am good
It's a hot southern California day
If I wake you up
There will be hell to pay

And alone in my room
I am the last of a lost civilization
And I vanish into the dark
And rise above my station
Rise above my station

But I do wake you up and when I do
You blaze down the hall and you scream
I'm in my room with the headphones on
Deep in the dream chamber
And then I'm awake
And I'm guarding my face
Hoping you don't break my stereo
Because it's the one thing
That I couldn't live without
And so I think about that
And then I sorta black out

Held under these smothering waves
By your strong and thick veined hand
But one of these day
I'm going to wriggle up dry land