A flat rate rat, a bear in a boat
Remora on a whale, a little kid with a goat
Geese on a field and grease on a coat
Wounds almost healed, some second hand notes
Putting on the dog, but curled like a spider
It's fat of the hog, and water off the eider
You can take what you want, and have what you will
Life is too short, just to get yourself killed
Hey (hey, hey, hey, hey-ayy)
Box of breath, yeah (hey, hey, hey, hey-ayy)
Nothin' but a box of breath
Pup fish and gravel ghosts, dandelions and daises
Sump pumps and rarebit toast, charred bones and gravy
If you had what you want and did what you could
You'd still be unhappy, misunderstood
You can make what you can, and get yourself mad
But you gotta get good, before you can be bad
We're older now than we've ever been
But we're younger now than will ever be again
Hey (hey, hey, hey, hey-ayy)
Box of breath, yeah (hey, hey, hey, hey-ayy)
Ain't nothing but a box of breath (hey, hey, hey, hey-ayy)
(Hey, hey, hey, hey-ayy) yeah, hey
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Nothing is safe, not even living
The longer we live, the sooner we die
Coasting on the edge of living oblivion
Never knowing or reasoning why?
All we do, what we've been told
Every old person's just a young person getting old
You gotta bury it, bury it in the garden
You gotta bury it to keep it safe
Hey, hey (hey, hey, hey, hey-ayy)
Box of breath, yes (hey, hey, hey, hey-ayy)
Ain't nothing but a box of breath (hey, hey, hey, hey-ayy)
Box of Breath, come on (hey, hey, hey, hey-ayy)
Hey