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lyrics

Hey Bottom Feeder, with your faith in the mud
Hey Bottom Feeder, twisting in ashes and suds
Don’t you wanna come up?
Hey Bottom Feeder, tell them bout the way it was

Hey Bottom Feeder, with the clang of the dawn
Hey Bottom Feeder, big bang get back it’s bigger than you
Cause the ghost won’t shake it for you
Hey Bottom Feeder, darling, won’t you let em go home?

Oh, siphon this soul mine. What love is enough, huh?
I know. You can’t cut loose from this muck.
Ghost aint coming right up. Ghost ain’t feeling no touch.

Omnipotent honey, the power is nice
Knowing is poison, but the being entices the plight
And you’re fed nickels and dimes
Oh Bottom Feeder hangs the middle, but I don’t exist in this scheme

Can you mend me, shepherd of loons?
Can you holler at em, make a dollar healing them wounds?
Can you pull it out, suck a rheumatism out of her bones?
Pull it out, pull it out, pull it out
Oh Bottom Feeder, can’t you cut it or deliver us home?

Oh, siphon this soul mine. What love is enough, huh?
I know. You can’t cut loose from this muck.
Ghost ain’t coming right up. Ghost ain’t feeling no touch.

Hey Bottom Feeder, with your faith in the mud
Hey Bottom Feeder, twisting in ashes and suds
Don’t you wanna come up?
Oh Bottom Feeder, tell em bout the way it was.
Oh Bottom Feeder, tell em bout the way it was.
Oh bottom Feeder, tell em bout the way it was.

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from Overgrown, released October 30, 2012

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Justin Lacy and the Swimming Machine Wilmington, North Carolina

The Swimming Machine runs on combustion. Fill it with fuel – a blend of upright bass, sax, guitar, banjo, mandolin, violin, xylophone and trumpet. To ignite, whistle, shout, and sing. Oxygen is required. Stomp if it gives you any trouble. To get the pistons turning, stir in some tambourines, buckets, shakers, cymbals, spoons, a tin can and as many floor toms as you can get your hands on. ... more

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