Letras
Supine in shade
Of an old Prairie Cascade
Cheek chalk-full of Bubble Tape
I was living like a king
I dog-eared every other page
Of a Dupont Registry and a new Eastbay
Hot joy flooded all my veins
Summer '93
These moments seem so few and far between
It can't all be sublime and
Can't be all awe-inspiring
You can't stripe every drive or split the seams
Well, I'm feeling broken-hearted
From all our hardened hearts that
Suppress our trauma till we smoke and shriek
In violent scenes
Three drinks in me
Upstairs at Plan B
Warsaw was like a fantasy
And I was living like a king
The Polish kid with blunt-cut bangs
Spun Wu-Tang Clan into Wicked Games
Hot joy flooded all my veins and
I began to weep
These moments seem so few and far between
It can't all be sublime and
Can't be all awe-inspiring
You can't stripe every drive or split the seams
Well, I'm feeling broken-hearted
From all our hardened hearts that
Suppress our trauma till we smoke and shriek
In violent scenes
I'm just now well-adjusted
Been pissing, moaning, fussing
It's been half a life of suffering me, me, me
Elastic and trusted
This heart's been passing muster
Expanding exponentially for Ruthie Pauline
It can't all be sublime and
Can't be all awe-inspiring
You can't stripe every drive or split the seams
Well, I'm feeling broken-hearted
From all our hardened hearts that
Suppress our trauma till we smoke and shriek
In violent scenes