Dunce Codex
Robert Pollard
Caught a soul
To live in exile
For a moment or two
Of intense pleasure
Never before felt
Never before felt
Never before again
The set of skin
Epitome entombed
Found in the tombs
And catacombs
Not homes
Breathe the air of oldest
And the doors wide open
And where do we get off
When do we gеt off
How do the cows keep coming?
Just to run through the grinder
Plеase excuse me, I've lost my girl
And I need to go find her