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1. |
Give the Click
03:14
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Momma was a dentist
daddy was maple syrup
we were raised in a cavity
oh sweet pain
sugar cane tempest
blood in the Bisquick
thicker than the water
lemons like these fuck
make the face squeeze
you gotta give the click
Used to dig the old tricks
cut cards and class
with the peppermint slip
learning how to use it
now we got a new kick
throw fits till we get the cigarette lit
we don't wanna lose it
you gotta loosen up
sun up with the tomboy sweater
sun down thinkin everybody's got it better
everybody got a smile
for the sun queen
drill out the chocolate diamond
sin between the white bleached
teeth when you catch em smilin
everybody got a sale for the sun queen
you gotta give the click
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2. |
Square Rats
04:10
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they painted the courthouse
and threw up
a brand new flag
a kid in the gazebo waves
a corner bag
he's fixing his hood
he's pullin a couple drags
He's waitin
here she come walkin
like honey please leave me be
all you motherfuckers in the jnco jeans
keep fillin those pockets
with shoplifted magazines
keep sinkin
she don't run with the square rats
she don't fuck with that
she doesn't get high
before class
She with the world
on her back
she don't need
all that
she doesn't run
with the square rats
Hate to throw my drone
God save me from the microphone
don't need that
meet at the monument
duck in the mall
when it rains
don't need that
give em the finger
with the nicotine stains
give her that places
where she don't know
the names of the rivers
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3. |
Bitch Credit
02:15
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it was a sky kissed missile
it was a big tall building
it was a prince of darkness
it was a princess willing
to count the money
life's not funny
count it
well you come in crooked
but you got a good look kid
let's call it what it is
just a shit show
mistook for a celebration
champagne &
jet planes over baseball games
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4. |
Wrong Kidz
03:12
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how does this all end
does it track me wounded
does it kill me where I stand
does the winter halt
before the road salt
eats through my shoes
does the great assault
fade into something
I get used to
words worth nothing
say I'm busy as a wren
all the failed attempts
to reinvent myself again
I could've never been a barber
I just don't know when to quit
I was never good for pharmacy
I'm too full of shit
you won't win me over
you won't ever win
so just take it on the chin
don't all those buzzkill cowboys
got impressions of the West
sleepin sheepskin stetsons
analog cigarettes
but you know what happens
when you fuck with the wrong kids
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5. |
The Lemon
04:53
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you threw yer gold shoes on the floor
Hollywood didnt seem so far off any more
act like you're ready for a war
we can make new enemies
when the old ones start to bore us
we rode off into the stars
on the backs of the plastic horses of Humboldt Park
kept our stuff in mason jars
The Lemon, cloaked in sunshine
pink cigarette case keeps em neat
don't all the pigs come runnin
when you keep the kitchen sweet
let you take the window seat
be the beacon for all
those lonely parakeets
we rode off into the stars
on the backs of the plastic horses of Humboldt Park
kept our stuff in mason jars
The Lemon, soaked in sunshine
dream me, always runnin
Icarus he watched you peel
said I know just how it feels
when the pulp just won't congeal
The Lemon, soaked in sunshine
dream me, always runnin
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we burned back into town
on a warm October day
the cutters in the cornfields
the old sky goin gray
our heads were swirling in the calls
of a hundred sand hill cranes
landing all around us
to that song you always played
when we packed up all we had
burned our fingers on the choke
I know heaven smells like resin
where there's boredom sure there's smoke
it was the day of the
St Ann's Episcopal lobster boil
with our cashed-out eyes and Visine drops
the church's hazy parking lot
was lined with rows of tables robed
in checkered paper tablecloths
blood of Christ and virgin white
the colors Mary's momma liked
the centerpieces set just right
plastic flowers & counterfeit candlelight
& it was hot so the parishioners
and the devout air-conditioner
whispered in the narthex
played pretend the kids aren't having sex
it was the day of the
St Ann's Episcopal lobster boil
the taste of salt and sunlight,
melting in the foil,
toothpicks and tanlines
and tubs of Land-o-Lakes butter
with olive oil
sp we cracked our claws and paid the check
with the napkin wrapped around your neck
you drew the sweat from my bottleneck
we left to take a drive again
it was the day of the
St Ann's Episcopal lobster boil
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7. |
Sundown Tommy
04:33
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Tom Foundry finished up with his laundry
and he drinks the detergent
says now I’m gonna get my insides clean
his wife out on the town that night
they call her up it is urgent
old Tom is sick in the machine
she cries and takes a stab at goodbyes
but she just can’t get her words in
says lord I hope it’s not too late
she’d lied cheating Tommy on the side
and having drinks with the surgeon
by then too drunk to operate
so he cursed and said that I could call
the nurse in but I don’t think its worth it
since last week she’s been out of town
go home and clear the foam from his throat
and if he don’t seem allergic
ring him out and hang him upside down
Tommy choked and he woke in the morning
winnowed out with the linens
arms dangling beneath the dogwood trees
he died as he dried over night
fresh and strung out and grinning
says lord I’ve slept quite comfortably
Tom’s story made it down to the quarry
where he worked for his $$$
they said oh to be hanging out on the line
unstained from the tunnel when the day
is clean and bleached bright and sunny
It sure beats working in the mine
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8. |
Eloisa's Revenge
06:14
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oh Persephone
won’t you please come home
for the world has grown
so cold since you went
and left us here alone
all the marigolds they refuse
to grow in this deep winter snow
and my fired and heavy eyes
they shall never be closed
for my nights
are so awfully bright
with the white and weary snow
upon the ground reflecting me the moon
jaded through your pretty city lights
such a dreadful sight
the wired and frozen view
from my hospital room
and i can see me comin’ round
in my evening gown
fuckin up this town
for the way you all looked down on me
i’ll be back up on the stage
lit out of this cage
my heart ripe with rage
cuz you wouldn’t lay your crown on me
painfully neat
disinfected sheets
anesthetically pleading
for some sympathy
what boy will marry will me
want no reception made of
dull and plastic cutlery,
just a plastic wife for the plastic
life that he’ll lead
there's no more pretend
indifferent til the end
go for weeks again
without seeing a friend
nothing but time to remember
when I didn't need to be so high
in boxes of old pictures
you can see it in my eyes
and i can see me comin’ round
in my evening gown
fuckin up this town
for the way you all looked down on me
i’ll be back up on the stage
lit out of this cage
my heart ripe with rage
cuz you wouldn't lay
your crown on me
hail mary full of grace
she’ll be put into her place
with a bullet in her face
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