Glassjaw Midwestern Stylings lyrics

Demerol castaway
Codeine frequent
Soma holiday
If I was a morgue, no one would die
This atonal score
And your rhythmic dancing on the dance floor
I'm dying the death of a madman for..

Standard procedure
I serve no use for you
God's littlest creature
You're my..

You witness my bail and chain
That pushes weight like a cancer
And be the count that parted mine
Handicap that pushes landmass between lovers
I dabble in the business of...

Standard procedure
I serve no use for you
God's littlest creature
You're my new muse

When mind tricks the body
Body thinks the body's crazy
My mind tricks my body
Body thinks my mind is...


So best of luck to you
And a burning barge to float you through
Lost in you for days
Enjoy the distance as we gaze

One time, didn't we say one day?
Maybe not
Did we say one day?

Standard procedure
I serve no use for you
God's littlest creature
You're my...

Standard procedure
I serve no use for you
God's littlest creature

Todd: That's fucking perfect.
Beck: Just leave it at, leave it at the fucking, these chords fucking blow.
Daryl: What happened?
Todd: He hurt his finger playing his chords.
Beck: My finger like, my pinker, like, snapped