edible songs for sad tigers

Verse 1
A giant wife is moaning
In the hallway of the moon,
Distant villains whistle
An old cartoonish tune.

A braggart holds the hostages,
But everyone looks bored,
Sad and soft as velvet
On a crooked wooden floor.

Pre-Chorus
Running snores in a canoe,
Drifting through the night,
A jovial cradle full of oysters
Rocking left and right.

Chorus
Sad, sad, sad tigers,
Writing on the wall,
Crocodiles say yes, humbly,
As the chandeliers fall.
Rough wood, rough skin,
Nobody belongs,
Sad, sad, sad tigers
Eating edible songs.

Verse 2
The distant villains vanish
In a limousine of rain,
The hostages are singing
With a beautifully fake pain.

The braggart wears a crown of feathers,
Laughing at the floor,
While the giant wife keeps moaning
Like an ocean behind a door.

Pre-Chorus
Running snores in a canoe,
Under lemon skies,
A jovial cradle full of oysters
Learning how to cry.

Chorus
Sad, sad, sad tigers,
Writing on the wall,
Crocodiles say yes, humbly,
As the chandeliers fall.
Rough wood, rough skin,
Nobody belongs,
Sad, sad, sad tigers
Eating edible songs.

Bridge
Oysters in the cradle,
Villains far away,
Hostages with paper hearts
Folded into gray.
Crocodiles are kneeling,
Tigers count to three,
Every song is edible,
But none of them are free.

Final Chorus
Sad, sad, sad tigers,
Writing on the wall,
Crocodiles say yes, humbly,
As the chandeliers fall.
Rough wood, rough skin,
A canoe of wrongs,
Sad, sad, sad tigers
Eating edible songs.

Outro
Sad…
Jovial cradle, oysters…
Running snores, canoe…
Braggart, hostages, distant villains…
And the giant wife moans blue.