Agoraphobic Nosebleed › Placing A Personal Memo On The Boss's Desk

Placing A Personal Memo On The Boss's Desk Lyric by Agoraphobic Nosebleed

Rifle through your desk
from a hundred yards away,
camouflaged in pigeon shit,
high on the tower of brotherly love.
A hopeless romantic,
Cupid's arrow seeds itself in splintered
mahogany.