well the ceiling fan feels mighty fine
when it's slippin out of standard time
keepin up with change our home on the range
when the weather's hot, and the downtown's closed
well we're moving slow in our empty clothes
worn down in the rain still showing our name
with the chlorine sulfate compound feeling
the residue that sticks to your shoe
you tracked it in so, now and again
there's the need to complain after the rain
that mosquitos go to hell
mosquitos go to hell
but all those hungry cockroaches
hiding out in the shelves
you're the one who left food out
but still mosquitos go to hell
rubberbanding through our days
and out on the lawn where we hold our gaze
on the neighbor still crashing the same car
and down at the bank with the sweet-tea smiles
well we've gotta wait just a little while
while they process slips and make our withdrawl
woah
mosquitos go to hell
mosquitos go to hell
and all those fuckin cockroaches
jumping out of the shelves
that's what happens when you leave food out
still mosquitos go to hell
the ceiling fan drags a fishing line
that's reeling in all the absent minds
keeping up with change our home on the range
woah
credits
from Bob For Apples,
released November 24, 2014
Bob Gaiser - vocals, guitar, piano, synthesizers
Will King - drums, piano, 12-string guitar, synthesizers
Willie Krzeszinski - bass
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