Here In The Fan

Here In The Fan

Army Of Freshmen
(album: The Army Of Freshmen)

down at the truck stop where angel works
serving the bean god to flannel jerks
she´s home to her couch ridden heavyweight champ
he kisses his wife with aluminum bats
princess of waitresses left there to hide
under a portrait of Jesus´ eyes
two holy eyes they hang from the wall
two holy eyes still nobody saw

days go by, here in the fan I´m fine
falling off blades sometimes, landing on lies

crouched in a hallway made safe by the screen
covering vowels up with Vogue magazine
I touched her hand, asked for her name
smiled through a tear drop, she said ashamed
and every day since the bells chime regret
a fool at the counter, worshipping checks
parades catch on fire, we´re all born
twenty years later the blanket is torn

days go by, here in the fan I´m fine
falling off blades sometimes, landing on lies

now we´re back at my vigil on route 43
they´ll be NO MORE DREAMS
scream at the black birds and Auld Lang Syne
he broke the necklace of Ana Ng

days go by, here in the fan I´m fine
falling off blades sometimes, landing on lies
days go by, here in the fan I´m fine
falling off blades sometimes, landing on lies
landing on lies, landing on lies, landing on lies