Lyrics The Stomach of the Earth - Teen Suicide
Will
I
rest
my
head
in
heaven
Or
will
I
sleep
in
the
stomach
of
the
earth?
I'm
not
afraid
of
what
might
happen
Getting
dressed
for
work
I'm
crying
through
my
haircut
Deep
in
the
stomach
of
the
earth
A
quiet
day,
I
show
up
drunk
to
the
Bank
of
America
The
viciousness
of
the
Glee
club
was
legendary
The
kind
of
thing
you
tell
stories
of
for
the
next
few
centuries
I
watched
the
beauty
of
the
world
condensed
Tipping
too
much
on
a
twenty
dollar
check
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