Leaves of Fate - Swingin Utters

The grapes are ripped straight off the vine before ripe

The fifths are drank the eighths smolder in the pipe

Complaints to celebrate are fathomed and condomed

Such a fucked up state not just wired drunk and stoned

This must be for someone else

Debauchery must be for someone else

Someone else

For someone else

The drapes are drawn to be ignored to be polite

They stand to leave and can’t stand to leave your side

The walls were painted white now stained a color bone

The calls are weak and faint holler into the phone

This call must be for someone else

This privacy must be for someone else

Someone else

For someone else

Then I step into the room

With plans to stay accept the doom

I’m not about to lose my cool

I’m just the lout to play the fool

Leaves fall from the trees tangle in the rakes

Leaves call out to me, «what angle to you take?»

Leaves are glistening, glorious in the morning dew

Leaves are listening flooring us with storied truths

This must be for someone else

Leaves of fate must be for someone else

Someone else

For someone

For someone else