Mimeographs of sophisticated feelings
Fixed by alcohol breath
Picking up the telephone to reach her
But she is gone down to the creosote jam
If your girl was half as nice
Then you'd do the same thing too
Wouldn't you
If your world was half as young
You'd see things the same way too
Wouldn't you
Grotesques analogise his condition
Grow a set and arms and legs too
Stacked up in the hospital admission
Counting out the lips and the tongues
If your world was half as young
Then you'd do the same thing too wouldn't you
If your girl was half as nice
You'd see things the same way too wouldn't you
Tired eyes in the collapsing wagon
Numbers down for the first time in years
Come back both boy and girl have em
Line up and let's
See what
Makes us
Happy