Beating 'round the bush until my lips won't wet
with back and forth, across the board, a perfect ten
a pretty smile punctuated by a cigarette
a painted finger tracing softly 'cross a swaying hip
well, she's sick of playing hooky 'cause she'll always lose
she's sick of scraping shit off of her father's shoes
all itching to be sad enough to sing the blues
and got me wishing that I'd had enough of loving you
but as long as I am living sugar, be my honey pie
and if my boys are swimming, well then baby, you and I,
we're gonna drop another maggot 'top this steaming heap of trash
we'll wrap it in a blanket and we'll spank it on the ass
so it can see through crying eyes these trying times
I ain't a villain, just unwilling to let my stride break
got no sympathy for nobody who ain't got what it takes
to cast a stone outside their zone, or grab their life between the legs
Ain't no secret to succeeding, one seed will reach the egg
and one man will move a mountain with enough raw love
build something out of nothing 'til he's all washed up
and sings a melody so simple all the kids can sing along
twists his fingers in his dimples and pretends theres nothing wrong
Well, if you catch me falling like I know he must've fell
innocently slipping on a psychedelic swell
with a glow about him perfect for the one appointed king
of a palace built of rubble, and at odds with everything
well then let me hold my fingers to the hollow of the sky
and if my boys are swimming, well you know before I die
I'm gonna drop another maggot 'top this steaming heap of trash
and then I'll wrap it in a blanket, and I'll spank it on the ass
so it can see through crying eyes
these trying times
and I'll be moving, I'll be moving, I'll be moving out
a little farmhouse up the country, think I'll learn to live without
the kind of nights that got me sleeping on that bathroom floor
Oh boy
and she'll be moving, she'll be moving, she'll be moving in
we're gonna have ourselves a little one, at night I'll tuck her in
I'm singing 'Oh baby beware, these are trying times'
Oh fuck me
If you catch me falling like I know he must've fell
innocently slipping on a psychedelic swell
with a glow about him perfect for the one appointed king
of a palace built of rubble, and at odds with everything
well then let me hold my fingers to the hollow of the sky
and if my boys are swimming, well you know before I die
I'm gonna drop another maggot 'top this steaming heap of trash
and then I'll wrap it in a blanket, and I'll spank it on the ass
so it can see through crying eyes
these trying times
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