Accidental Seabirds Where are you, how's your son? lyrics

Are you still amongst the Pines
though divorced from your wife?
How's your Sunset?

Are you still only a father until your
baby mama gets offa work and takes the son back?
Well there's a snare trap in your backyard, it's true.

All your faded lines are guns
pointed at those you once loved
and all our paper tears have burned
in the Pinelands.
This is not only a test,
please put on that orange vest
and hold your breath because
this thing's about to capsize.

Do you still not have a job?
I passed the yard, they're lookin for a new guy to load the lumber.
Are ya still drunk on the steel reserve?
Serving the gold god of bottled dumb-down
to flush the memories.

Well there's a glue trap in your kitchen,
and no food.

(chorus)


Easy now. Forget about 32 blades
to reclaim her heart.
This is how you pissed it out,
all the words you saved and probably shoulda told her.
This little monkey went to Mars,
this little monkey stayed home,
bad little monkeys drink too much,
sad little monkeys drink some.
See what can happen when you
listen to your left shoulder
trade return to stars for a table of cards.
Well i hope you try harder 'cause
Life won't pause much longer.

Are you mad that i wrote this song?
It's been too long, i got a new phone
and musta lost yr number.
Will you wake up,
will you change your clothes?
The judgement's comin,
the train departs with or without you.

Look, there's a grease trap that has never been used.

(chorus, slight variation)