Lyrics Tiger Lily - Walter Etc.

Dad of old age, at home and at ease
Played Louis Armstrong on some ukulele
Where the hell are you from?
You said the strangest things
Have you been taught to love like Daggarelli?

Your warm summer blood
My seashell ashtray
Your bleeding metaphors
While I'm stoned and depressed
Look between your words
You're filling out a fair bit
If we ever get along, act lovely

My closest friends still they don't know me at all
I know I'm ill and I need more help than I let on
I need your verbal lobotomy, your hypnotic fix
Sweet patron of my suffering, my moonlight citadel
I'm too much to handle, at least that I know
So when my throats start up again I will know to leave you alone
Until my daylight chimes again