Fourth of July Astronautalis (Ft. Radical Face)

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Three hundred butterflies
They wrapped them in her ribs
And now she cuts across the interstate
The world will choke on traffic

Three hundred butterflies, they wrapped them in her ribs
Me and the cannonball's looking at the moon
And now she cuts across the interstate, the world will choke on traffic
Who’s peeking over the edge like no-good-kids with water balloons
(the apple in your eye is pretty rotten, it's full of worms)
I want to swallow the wind, let it hollow me thin
Three hundred butterflies, they wrapped them in her ribs
(and worthless to be sold, filled with cataracts and scratches)
And call a friend who’s laughing like, laughing like a criminal
And now she cuts across the interstate, the world will choke on traffic
(the apple in your eye is pretty rotten, it's full of worms)
She watches fireworks launching and sparkling, spinning
Three hundred butterflies, they wrapped them in her ribs
(and worthless to be sold, filled with cataracts and scratches)
And twenty kids live like giants making yearbook material
And now she cuts across the interstate, the world will choke on traffic