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I'm handcuffed to a fence in Mississippi.
My girlfriend blows a boozy good-bye kiss.
I see flying squirrels and nightmares of...
Long about an hour before sunrise
she drags his body down to the edge of the swollen river
wrapped in a red velvet curtain...
Sunlight in the weeds...I wish that I was blind...to the ghosts
dancing in the breeze...blowing through my mind.
Got a Corvair...
Nothing's prettier than a pretty girl digging a heart shaped hole in the ground. Hear that sound? That's the fortress 'round your heart...
They tell me miracles abound now more than ever, but I don't care. They say it's better to be blessed than it is to be clever, but I don't...
Where in the world did you come from my dear?
Did some mysterious voice tell you I'd still be here? I bought this ticket to Mobile,...
Fools wind blowing up brown bible verses. Dust storm of memory. Truck stop reverie. 3 AM in my home town, not a soul stirring around. Mr....
Jesus and the fiery furnace.
Devil and the deep blue sea.
Preacher say I'm gonna burn in hell for all eternity.
But when...
Trailer for sale or rent, rooms to let fifty cents
No phone, no pool, no pets, I ain't got no cigarettes
I am a, two hours of...
I like to go out walking in the ghost-town of my brain.
Kick the rusted scrap-iron of my memories and dreams.
Yeah, here's...
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Wonder if you know, what you see ain't what you get. Wonder have you learned a dirty word - did you forget? 'Cause
there's talk on the street... say sugar taste sweet... but it'll tear you apart... when what's easy on the eyes... is hard on the
heart... when you're loving ...loving on them buzzards. See the shiny-winged angel things catch your eye in the big parade.
You think you got it made. It's all monkey see, monkey do, but in the end the joke's on you. It ain't nothing but a big
charade. Watch the money talk... see the suckers walk... feel the lonely ache... take its toll, soul-sucking pain, yeah.
Everybody knows... that's just how it goes... when you're loving, loving on them buzzards. Funny how you feel, like a thing is
real, just 'cause it feels good - You know what I'm saying? Yeah yeah. Funny how you run straight for the gun when you
know when the fun is done ain't nothing but hell to pay. See the face in the mirror, it looks alone and afraid. Well, if
you think you a player, most times it's you that's getting played by them buzzards buzzards buzzards buzzards, them
buzzards of love.
[Thanks to smartut@hotmail.com for these lyrics]
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