Liar's Box Lyrics

Guided by Voices
This is a liars' box
Where anyone can speak
Take orders and go
March swiftly
Combustible
With pointed hands

And it sees you
Outside of its hawks eye
Droplets from an aircraft
Onto a city of paper
Burning




A gust of l*** blew it out

But the arcade is in your shades
Mirrors on 62nd Street

Summons of a glass
In a sad sad heaven