The Smell of Cut​-​up Grass

by The Dreadful Horoscope

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I am tired of the smell of cut up grass, it only makes me sneeze.
You are tired of the smell of burned up bodies floating in the breeze- in my name. Hey, I'm not to blame!

Living in a hungry home, though it always feeds.
Walking upon the bloodied dirt once home to the free- that's me, that's we!

A messy memoir was all I received. What it read, I had to believe. Everything is not how it seems. By and by, you will see.

So take these pens, now take these arms, because I need gasoline. Seems the brown man bears the brunt of the burden to keep the white man free.

A paper-cut pop-star whispered to me. In a way only I could believe. There is only one way to get free, buy and buy- you will see!

I am tired of the smell of cut-up grass it only makes me sneeze. I am tired of the smell of cut up grass it only makes me sneeze. I am tired of the smell of cut up grass it only makes me sneeze. I am tired.

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released February 22, 2011

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The Dreadful Horoscope Boston, Massachusetts

A band with an unsavory past confronts the demons of modernity in a romantic tell-all on this never-before-heard 36 minute compact disc! Bear witness to the dramatic moment when history and biography collide, the ancient self is uncovered, and total socio-spiritual equilibrium is achieved! ... more

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