the scissorfish. - the tumbleweed song. Lyrics

Let's laugh until the laughter isn't funny anymore
Whoa, I guess
Your indulgences
Won't take their time on me, no
And though the point is now
All to clear
Oh no! I hope you know
That I'm a twisted little mess, darling I'll confess
To all of it
Spill my stomach
On the floor
Spill my blood and guts and all of it
I got a phone call, heard it from, far away
And I heard your voice, cause you were shrieking, from the other line
And goddamn that voice, on the other line, so I hung up!
And moved on forwards, off to my death!
So I proclaim!
It was nice to hear you!
From the other line!
This is where I shall rest!