Mosquito Coast by Dead Hot Workshop Lyrics

Steam pours from open sores
The earth expands making room
For your newborn child
The world is wild

In anticipation
It can't wait for him to grow
Like a weed
Into fresh meat

Boy grows into the man
Slowly cut like glass in hand
Made from every grain of sand
That washed up on Mosquito Coast

If I only need
What's washed upon the shore
I'd surely die a happy man
Know what I'm living for

I'd see no match for the sunup
No more than a shadow
You melt down
And meet your maker
If that's what you believe
Last call for alchohol
If that's ok
That I'm face down
Sorry if I'm boring you

But I'm up with the sun
Trying to make sense of what comes back to me
And what gets away

Call off your dogs
If you recognize my face
Cause maybe I'm a friend of a friend
And you owe him a favor

I'd see no match for the sunup
No more than a shadow
You melt down
And meet your maker
If that's what you believe

Mother father can't make sense
Of what comes back to him
The world is much wider
Than I was led to believe

Call off your dogs
If you recognize my face
Cause maybe I'm a friend of a friend
And you owe him a favor
I'd see no match for the sunup
No more than a shadow
You melt down
And meet your maker
If that's what you believe