Orion’s Gut Songtext
von Chris Acker

God′s inside and the world's the size of that living room
From the porch, the skies they turn opposite of you
You woke up with your shoes on and your head full of soup
It′s hard enough to get up and find a way to stir that spoon

'Cause the less you move the more you're used to nothing else to do
And there′s times you use the hurt inside to find a new excuse
You explain why you don′t call, your hearts got freezer burn
You wanna be alone but you get so bored you lose all your concerns


So you're singing some more and you haven′t changed your clothes
Your neighbor went insane
Waiting in the grocery lines like standing in the rain
And all your prayers, they've grown grey hairs
And been put on lay-away, by the capital "Him"
He sleeps in, takes his seventh day

So you look up at Orion′s gut and you wonder just how soon
Till those stars rust and his belt combusts
And the sky falls down on you
Well you can be the kind that finds justice by
Searching a place of blame
Or you could see it's your foot that keeps stepping on the rake

God′s inside and the world's the size of that living room
From the porch, the skies they turn opposite of you
You woke up with your shoes on and your head full of soup
It's hard enough to get up and find a way to stir that spoon
It′s hard enough to get up and find a way to stir that spoon