Good Wyrd Songtext
von Stuart Davis

teach it to my mother to watch me on the playground
I had a habit of climbing up a trash mound
stripping for a crowd
of rowdy adolescents
weird
good weird
weird
good weird
loving that feeling
weird
good weird
I damn near died at the moment of conception
my momma daddy couldn′t keep his erection
but you'd never′d guess it
if you see me today
because I stand up straight
like a typical gay
flock of baby birds that are stuck in my mouth
I want to gag and gag but they keep fluttering out
living with lockjaw


and eggshell cheeks
I keep dredding the day
that they discover their beaks
weird
good weird
weird
good weird
loving that feeling
weird
good weird
gimme your weird
gimme your good weird
gimme your weird
gimme your good weird
gimme your fear
gimme your good fear
gimme your tears
gimme your good tears
I can fluff it up good
whip it fatter and fatter
one part dust detonated and scattered
a ninety-nine plus of a
dark matter
she shuddered at the thought
of a cook or a kitchen
ever since she was six
you could smell the religions
boilin' up the love into poisonous glue
recruiting the kids like cannibals do
weird
good weird
weird
good weird
good weird
weird
good weird
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