The Weeping Bogeyman Lyrics - Guided By Voices
"Make it" comes alive
In my private glass tent
A portable mortuary
But not yet gone
'Cus when it does, it does and then...
The ancient practice
Of mourning the phantom
Do you really think he
Would choose to inhabit the pore
Where his container was planted?
...can't imagine that
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