Breakneck speed tying up your hands Cause you're landing back on your feet You know what I mean Vowel change I remember when our voices used to sound
The day that your brother started to talk Was the day that I found you like that The national child star in a coat and a scarf Alone in the laundromat
With a heart attack on your plate, you were looking back on your days. How you spent them all in a blur, when they asked if you were for sure. Let
Call it off, keep it in Grind it down to medicine (Ooh) Especially anything Keep it in your first date kit (Ooh) Call it off , keep it in Grind it down
Catch your breath Take your time It's a goldmine But that's my only crime That's my only crime I'm the south The sugarcane And I have found a way to celebrate
Gone to the coast Gone to the coast Where I let my hair down Out on the beach Out on the beach Where I let my ship sail (x2) Cause I don't know what
Pack your rations, pack a watch Change of clothes and a face cloth Meet me where your mother lies We'll dig graves on both her sides And lay ourselves
We get our nerves of steel When the balaclavas go on We're just not used to ourselves If it pays then it sells our hides I wake for every meal But I
You've got to come into my kitchen for a crime You've got to shoot me up and tie me to the kite I'm gonna tell you what to do about yourself Because the
I threw darts at a spinning globe Swapping out passport photos I walked west to the setting sun Every single step I grow another second young All my
Spend all our Sundays in a row Ten feet from Chinatown, like it's dead But we know 'cause when he put you to bed Your great-grandfather always said Wasting
Don't forget to write Don't forget to write They buried me In southwest France La Ferrassie you know I am Don't forget to write Don't forget to write
We've got our tracks covered Thanks to your older brother It's not the moonlight that sets me off It's not the money that makes me scoff It's my impeccable
Get comfortable, get unfrustrated Get healthy, and all the things that you want I do, I do, I do not Fuck with the sure shot Not serious, about the way
I would've gone back home I would've gone back home It's bad enough you're here And it's worse that you've come along Paper walls unfold as you'd expect
Another stone rolls over The republic is just one more year older But way out in the distance We see your white boots glisten in the sun We know you'
Classics in the modern age Sixties remake Everything you've got in spades Your collarbone, shoulder blades (Hey) Bat your lips, shut your eyes (Hey)
I want to tell you there's a really good reason Why I came home wasted in the middle of the night A tiny kingdom at the bottom of the trees Where I was