lyrics
Negative Man
Born in the dirt
Negative Man
Born in the dirt, except for his shirt, which was born in an Indonesian factory
And then glazed in aluminum oil, torn limb from limb all divided and then
They rode the way back to their labs on their mules and they stitched him together again
His story's diluted, each telling is rooted in many composite conclusions and facts
And he lives in Moscow, he's lucid and lost now, he'll be resurrected, not before he cracks
In lavish yellow and with fragile force, anxiously awaiting corrosion of those forces of nature, the ones that so prominently ail him throughout a somber existence, his thoughts cower at his own fist, which lights the flame underneath which it looms, which flickers, which fails, foreshadowing the ennui of the inevitable
The odyssey of Negative Man goes forth
Negative Man
A king in a cape
Impaled on barbed wire
Entrapped in the exit
He just keeps getting higher
Negative Man
credits
Matt Ellin: Bass, Vocals
Daniel Neiman: Drums, Vocals
Finn Martel: Guitar
Austin Jarrett: Guitar
Engineered by Ian Striedter
Produced by Ian Striedter and Jive Rhombus Coalition
Cover art by Henri Lane
license
all rights reserved