Hog Child Songtext
von 50 Foot Wave

Our tinfield voices threw me
On high alert indefinitely
Our fears are dirty
Will the windshield wipers bring you home to me?

All it takes is will and battery
All it takes dying happy
All it takes is half a century
I can′t shake you
You can't impress me and you don′t have to

Hog child born wild in a surreal tinfield

Slip back out of that hyperactivity
Slip back into my hyperlife dream
The tears I shed for you weren't all clean

And wholly obsessed with your eyes
There is a point where self-sacrifice loses light


All it takes is will and battery
All it takes dying happy
All it takes is half a century
I can't shake you
You can′t impress me and you don′t have to
You don't have to

Hog child born wild in a surreal tinfield

So this rope and this burn are both rope burns
They mean no harm
I could almost die happy
I could almost die happy

So this rope and this burn are both rope burns
They mean no harm
I could almost die happy
I could almost die happy

Almost