Crones - Bleakness Lyrics

I was feeling like furniture
Propped up behind of the Wurlitzer
Like a decal
Hung up in a dollar store window

Born under black water
Grown up as poor bastards
The leather kids squeal, "No gods and no masters"
But I don't believe em
I know they'll take a knee before too long

They'll feel the bleakness coming on
(I feel it)
Feel the bleakness coming on
I feel the bleakness coming on
(I feel it)
Feel the bleakness coming on
I feel the bleakness coming

It's a midnight, backyard cat fight
Presided over by a greasy, grey satellite
And there's no way
To know what is right & what is wrong

I feel the bleakness coming on
(I feel it)
Feel the bleakness coming on
I feel the bleakness coming on
(I feel it)
Feel the bleakness coming on
I feel the bleakness coming

I know you're looking for someone on whom you can count
Don't look my way and listen when I say
"You best believe it's time to count me out"

Looks like the cat
Is late for the bath
Having a laugh
With Sylvia Plath
You'd better hold on tight to what you love before it's gone

You'll feel the bleakness coming on
(I feel it)
Feel the bleakness coming on
I feel the bleakness coming on
(I feel it)
Feel the bleakness coming on
I feel the bleakness coming
I feel it