The Pantaloon lyrics

Your grandpa died

When you were nine

They said he had

Lost his mind

You have learned

Way too soon

You should never trust the pantaloon

Now it's your turn

To be alone

Find a wife

And build yourself a home

You have learned

Way too soon

That your dad is now the pantaloon

You are tired

You are hurt

A moth ate through

Your favorite shirt

And all your friends fertilize

The ground you walk

Lose your mind

He's seen too many stare downs

Between the sun and the moon

In the morning air

How he used to hustle all the people

Walking through the fairgrounds

He's been around so long

He's changed his meaning of a chair now

Because a chair now,

Is like a tiny island in the sea of all the people

Who glide across the very surface

That made his bones feeble

The end can't come soon enough

But is it too soon?

Either way he can't deny

He is a pantaloon

You are tired

You are hurt

A moth ate through

Your favorite shirt

And all your friends fertilize

The ground you walk

Lose your mind

You like to sleep alone

It's colder than you know

Cause your skin is so

Used to colder bones

It's warmer in the morning

Than what it is at night

Your bones are held together

By your nightmares and your frights

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You are tired

You are hurt

A moth ate through

Your favorite shirt

And all your friends they fertilize

The ground you walk

Lose your mind