Phish - Chalkdust torture

Come stu^Emble my mirth beaten ^Aworker I’m Je^Ezmund the family berzerker

I’m bo^Eught for the price of a fl^Aagon of rice ^EThe wind buffs the cabin You ^Aspeak of your life Or more willingly ^ELocust the Lurker

Co^Enfuse what you can of the en^Ading And rev^Eise your despise so impendiNG

‘Cause I s^Eoak on the wrath That you didn’t quite ^Amask I’m ge^Etting it clearly through alternate p^Aaths Or mix^Eed in with the signal you’re sending

B^Gut who can unlearn all the f^Aacts that I’ve learned As I s^Gat in their chairs and my ^Esynapses burned And th^Ge torture of chalk dust co^Allects on my tongue Though^Gts follow my vision and d^Aance in the sun All my ^Gvasoconstrictors they come s^Alowly undone ^GCan’t this wait ’til I’m old ^ECan’t I live ^Awhile I’m young?

But no pe^Eace for Jezmund ton^Aight I pl^Eug the distress tube up tight

And ^Ewatch what I say as it flu^Atters away And ^Eall this emotion is kept harmless at b^Aay ^ENot to educate somebody’s fright