Under the Future, We Bury the Past

On a Tuesdee it was, or maybe it was Sundee My memory’s foggy and flaky at best 5am start, I put my big old hands to working And when the boss wasn’t looking, I went for the axe. With one solid blow, right there near the axe stand I lobbed off my right hand, just sliced it clean off And smart though it did, and it took much endurance Used the cash from my insurance to pay for the ring TELL IT RIGHT - NO MORE YOUR FIBS AND LIES NEVER A SEASON LASTS - UNDER THE FUTURE, WE BURY THE PAST She always hid out in the shadows in the sand dunes And one night by the full moon, I took to one knee I knew she was shy, but when I did show her The ring I done bought her, she started to cry TELL IT RIGHT - NO MORE YOUR TALL TALE LIES NEVER A SEASON LASTS - UNDER THE FUTURE WE BURY THE PAST That night that she kissed me, her feathers and wings fell off, I’m telling the truth Your Nan was a harpy, and her talons are still right there, inside her shoes...