A thousand voices start their screaming when you leave
A thousand screamers find their voice and start to scream
We already blew the glory weed
Your well-done fury don't deserve to pull me down
That facile magic show can't burn away my ground
We already turned the game around
And I'm in a fog like a stupid dog
And who do you think should tell the story
Under the bed tonight
And who did you think that shrinking violet would turn out to be?
Your mama lion mouth and mata mata soul
That scary face you're making at your holy Joe
You already brought the battle home
Traveling souls like us, the wicked, the carnies
We all eat up this swill these fucked bedtime stories
You already brought me to my knees
I'm cheap and here, like a souvenier
Glory Weed Lyrics performed by Kristin Hersh are property and copyright of the authors, artists and labels. You should note that Glory Weed Lyrics performed by Kristin Hersh is only provided for educational purposes only and if you like the song you should buy the CD