Crime Of The Season Lyrics

by Mini Mansions

[Verse 1]
Gown down on a mister mold
Fried Eyed, who you think you are?
One's man, one's money
Gore tied to the centerfold

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[Chorus]
Show and tell me your omens (so many dogs)
Salmonella you're golden (so many dogs)
So many dogs, So many dogs

So you better get it around

[Verse 2]
Vacant pageant, yo-yo gods
Caught in the moment
I pity on the underboss
To show me your name

[Chorus]
Kerosene just for drinking (so, so, so many dogs)
Cut kaleidoscope blinking (so,so, so many dogs)
So many dogs, so many dogs

[Bridge]
While you're passing all my test tube dummies
You knock around the guts on the front-page funnies
Croquet promenade

[Verse 3]
Gown down on a mister mold
Fried Eyed, who you think you are?
One's man, one's money
Gore tied to the centerfold

[Chorus]
Asleep in the deep end (so many dogs)
Little garden of Eden (so many dogs)
So many dogs, so many dogs

So you better get it around

[Verse 4]
Pagan, raven, no one's ark
Petty addendum
Our pity is beyond desire, to suck on the rain

[Chorus]
Sucker punch if you let us (so many dogs)
Sayonara vendettas (so many dogs)

[Verse 5]
While you're passing all my test tube dummies
You knock around the guts on the front-page funnies
Cause it's Polly to Paulie, you're fickle and floating away
But now she feels so scared

[Outro]
Croquet promenade, they know what they are
Croquet promenade, they know what they are
I pity on the underboss to give me a reason, they know what they are
Our pity is beyond desire, it's the crime of the season, they know what they are