Fantastic Pace Songtext / Lyric

he was born in the first grade

hungry little lion

swallowed all he saw

still he's barely alive

he was a colorful person

born of some colorful people

opened up his mouth

he poured some colorful speeches

his home was a tar paper palette tyvek green house

pumped into the cul de sac gravel housing his house

where living like the drinks are rivers, wells, creeks, oceans, bays

every years we get a little older found in his ways

"i hope he never grows,

grows into nothing"

he's not so well behaved

what are we to do

get him to the digging get him over in the corner

got a little place out in the crystal fires

no one wants you no one wants you no one wants you

what are we to do?

(x4)

starving empty stares pushed it down in the parking lots

the valley, lake, cars and the riverbed hang outs

a long way from the little lion in black full-body snow-suits

snowshoe, goosebay and neighbors claims on empty lots

where guns and gold were goals

given up given his place

below all the giants growing up at fantastic pace