I was in the sea scouts around twelve or thirteen / I didn’t do much, except one jamboree / The motto repeated again and again / Be prepared, be prepared, be prepared til the end
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I kissed a cheek on the beak / The stop the sweat in my feet. / And do you think that she knows? / Ooh, ooh, what are we gonna do?
I’ve checked all the dailies / And subscription mail ins / But where do we come from? / You never stopped dusting
I got dime bags stacked up like trophy wives / I’m a punctuated pulse bereft of smile / I’m spruced up like a cheesecake before the knife / Thank God I’ve hit the bottom
One, two, buckle my shoe… / Ah you know I’ve never really been that good with friends / I’ll only let you in when I can see the end / I don’t call back I’m never late
The train came behind him like a shot from a gun in yer sleep / And just for a second he forgot what to do with his feet / The photo creases dug in to his chest ‘til they cut / And sweet Lily Langtry whispered his name through the dust
Sugar sit a while / come and rest your feet / Its been a long long while / since you were been close to me
Don’t let there be / Something sour in my coffee. / There’s fourteen year olds / Screaming get out of my country.
Every word they sling you hits like your folks have never been kind / And the jewels on your apron could use some calomine / Ugly girls and pit faced boys all hunch and join in the line / Got the shoe that you lived in
Damn songs, / they disguise themselves as excuses, / and a hundred other uses, / they’re just smoky lullabies