We Float

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We float; cigarette ash on a breeze, with smoke smoldering ephemerally. Burn holes wherever we land - and some folks got more than they can stand.
Don’t stick to me.
We pledge allegiance to torn, tattered flags. They hang around our necks like a badge. It’s all the same demon - it hangs around for different reasons.
Angels bestling with buckets and brooms. They float, hustling from room to room. We know... when the house sparkles they’re gone. But most floors can’t stay clean for long.
Don’t stick to me.
I know you don’t like our kind. Just go if you’ve got the mind. We float. No soap can cleanse like you need. Nothing attracts dirt like clean. We float...
We float; cigarette ash on a breeze, with smoke smoldering ephemerally. Burn holes wherever we land - and some folks got more than they can stand.

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from Greatest Free Mutt Shit, track released May 1, 2010
* Jon Alvin - Recording Engineer, Mixing
* Bob Buckstaff - Bass
* Cory Healey - Drums
* Mike Maimone - Wurlitzer, Vocals

Produced by Mutts
Mastered by Jason Ward at Chicago Mastering
Music by Mutts, Lyrics by Mike Maimone
(p) 2010 Mile Too Far Music (ASCAP)
© 2010 Mutts Music, LLC

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