Honyock

Aunt Diluvian


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Too many movers and shakers
There's gonna be an earthquake
Grow a second right hand
Give yourself a handshake

In the parlance of the dying
I wrote the book of the dead
Sometimes the only thing a caveman understands
Is a club to the head

Aunt Diluvian
Aunt Diluvian
Aunt Diluvian
Aunt Diluvian

The tortured posture of the thinking man
The straight spine of brevity
Not everyone is weighed upon
By intellectual gravity

My own coded message
A living language in it's twilight years
The meaning is lost to me
And I'll never get it back I fear

Aunt Diluvian
Aunt Diluvian
Aunt Diluvian
Aunt Diluvian

Self-imposed exile
Ashamed to show my face again
From an idol to an effigy
The line is very thin

Jesus asked for whiskey
He said, "But not from the well."
Your reputation precedes you
The stories your disciples tell

Aunt Diluvian
Aunt Diluvian
Aunt Diluvian
Aunt Diluvian

Doctor said, "Cut the finger."
Jeweler said, "Cut the ring."
Mama said, "Don't get married."


Writer/s: Spencer Hoffman, Mason Hoffman