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  1. Barking Up The Wrong Tree

From the recording Hubris

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Lyrics

I'll wait til the paint dries then I can get out of the corner
It's not even done, but I carry on, though perhaps I should warn her
Deep in my id, that's where it hid, unbidden and riddled with drivel I know
But still I don't want it to go

Is there any more room up the stairs? No, it's standing room only
The belfry is full of bats wrapped in wool and the bell ringer's lonely
And it's such a shame, the time that you came, I choked on the pollen and solemnly swore
The hive won't control me anymore

Miss Haversham's back, crowned Queen Bee, spouting crap about karma
Her mandibles strangle the life out of me, and I clap for the drama
As red nectar drips, a sting on the lips
It's awkward and morbid and awfully dull
Like the chess games of Conan and Krull

Unfettered by sweaters of yellow and black
I bury my head and prepare for the flak
Chase the mask from my face, embrace my old place on the rack
After days in a haze it is easy to see
It's maudlin and mawkish, awash with ennui
But the canine in me seems to be barking up the wrong tree
Yes, the canine in me seems to be barking up the wrong tree

Please be suspicious of fish from Aldwych