Sun soaked and citrus kissed
Ribbons slipped from oily wrists
Linen hung lover
Miss Picture of Pastoral Bliss
"A belt of straw and Ivy buds,
With Coral clasps and Amber studs"
And the ecology of this IKEA rug
Tequila, coffee, cum, and blood
Call me daddy, feed me meat
In the realm of obsolete
Well, charm, just like the soil, depletes
When ambition won't accept defeat
Will I uncover your private longings
While I gather some of of my own
Watching tears fall like a warning
Hear the practice in your tone
Burn of barley, burn of rye
Diagnosed and classified
I struggle to remember why
All washed up and pacified
I swallow plumes of hickory hair
As summer sighs a vulgar prayer
I've worn my path down wicked stairs
To wash and fold your underwear
Why don't I cut up that melon
While you roll yourself a joint
Then you lay back and put your feet up
Let me rub your pressure points.
Chad Hagen - The Country Will Bring Us No Peace Lyrics
Chad Hagen - The Country Will Bring Us No Peace Lyrics
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Sun soaked and citrus kissed
Ribbons slipped from oily wrists
Linen hung lover
Miss Picture of Pastoral Bliss
"A belt of straw and Ivy buds,
With Coral clasps and Amber studs"
And the ecology of this IKEA rug
Tequila, coffee, cum, and blood
Call me daddy, feed me meat
In the realm of obsolete
Well, charm, just like the soil, depletes
When ambition won't accept defeat
Will I uncover your private longings
While I gather some of of my own
Watching tears fall like a warning
Hear the practice in your tone
Burn of barley, burn of rye
Diagnosed and classified
I struggle to remember why
All washed up and pacified
I swallow plumes of hickory hair
As summer sighs a vulgar prayer
I've worn my path down wicked stairs
To wash and fold your underwear
Why don't I cut up that melon
While you roll yourself a joint
Then you lay back and put your feet up
Let me rub your pressure points.
Ribbons slipped from oily wrists
Linen hung lover
Miss Picture of Pastoral Bliss
"A belt of straw and Ivy buds,
With Coral clasps and Amber studs"
And the ecology of this IKEA rug
Tequila, coffee, cum, and blood
Call me daddy, feed me meat
In the realm of obsolete
Well, charm, just like the soil, depletes
When ambition won't accept defeat
Will I uncover your private longings
While I gather some of of my own
Watching tears fall like a warning
Hear the practice in your tone
Burn of barley, burn of rye
Diagnosed and classified
I struggle to remember why
All washed up and pacified
I swallow plumes of hickory hair
As summer sighs a vulgar prayer
I've worn my path down wicked stairs
To wash and fold your underwear
Why don't I cut up that melon
While you roll yourself a joint
Then you lay back and put your feet up
Let me rub your pressure points.
Writer: Chad Hagen
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