Grant Hart

I can't cry, I can't apply a word to sum it up Under stress I can't repress the moment it erupts Hear the sound of paper drums and shredded paper voice Got to turn up 'Keep Hanging On' as if I had a choice Prairie fires and pitchfork choirs inspire as they create Turn it up, It's too far down, until we can relate Minnesota New Day Rising first day in the store Take the couch at someone's house and wait around to score Nervous children making millions: you owe it all to them Power trios with big-ass deals: you opened for it then I can see, I can see, I can see it all with my one good eye For a start take two Grant Harts and call me when you die