This talk I give right into my eyes
In the dots of toothpaste and desilvering black
Adjust my name badge and tie
Put my hair into the shape of denial
Into the shape of denial
Used to think it was futile
The grimace welcomes me at my childhood door
The pat on the back and the no small talk
Bye bye black sheep
Same old anticlimax carving lines
On straw-filled camels' humps around my eyes
Bye bye black sheep, bye
Goodbye, goodbye, goodbye, goodbye
Used to act juvenile
Turned my back went outside
Stood in line by myself
Paid my fines, loved the smell
It won't be like before
Let you down, disappoint
But maybe someday you'll help me off my knees
And maybe you'll even give me a seat
The grimace welcomes me at my childhood door
The pat on the back and the no small talk
Bye bye black sheep
Same old anticlimax carving lines
On straw-filled camels' humps around my eyes
Bye bye black sheep, bye
Western State Hurricanes were an early iteration of The Long Winters, and some of that band’s beloved songs turn up here in an early state. Bandcamp New & Notable Mar 16, 2020