The Sawtooth Grin Lyrics – Lyrics That’s Just Swell

The Saturday sun is on the decline
Easy as pie. It’s yet another dead end soirée
The children play as wild as what hides
From the still lingering light
We spend a lifetime in the end of that day
Hoping our chatter will keep the dark away
Cruel as time, the light retreats
Locks us away, soothes us to sleep
This lullaby, our shield. We sing
“Always a pleasure
Hissed the snakes, from outside
Always a pleasure
We bathe in the day’s long light
Our dеad end will endlessly strivе
For that sandlot kind of life
But when the sun hides from sight
Let the dusk tuck you in tight
For the copperheads have the night.”