Miscellaneous Song Lyrics:
Lyrics to miscelleous other songs you might hear us play from time to time.
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Let's Get Killed
If there was a union of vagabonds for hire
I'd set up shop on a commuter train until
my license it expired
Where it leads to the deep blue sea and
where it doesn't say
Stick our fingers up in the air and see
what little flies come our way
Tommorrow seems so far
We might get killed tonight
The future is unsure
We might get killed tonight
We did the spider walk beneath our army
bags
Dusk till dawn when the cobblestone clocks
cast shadows down the square
Stood all day in the noon day sun like
being drug by a mule team
To take a seat in a boon church pew where
we all get redeemed
Strummed out lonely road songs and we
lazed in the afternoon
Knocked it out on the Spanish Steps until
we knocked them out of tune
A pocket knife with a dirty blade, we
don't eat with forks
We'll take bread that flakes when you
break it's spine and wine that stains
the corks
And if the light's too bright
Let's get killed tonight
The market place is swollen
Every glance is stolen
And they're crouching in doorways
Bathing in the fountains
Praying to the mountains
Strangers in doorways
So we spread the gospel for the benefits
of passersby
The gospel for good or bad
All that's loved and all despised
The truth is in a moment somewhere ready
to franchise
Then you're truth evaporates before you're
very eyes
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Dogtrack Luck
Candle on the shelf is a vigil to
doom
Wax are the tears of the siloutted
profile
Craters pock the surface of the
banished and the exiled
Man on the moon
Cloud of smoke hovers in a halo
rings
Down by the slugs
By the pennies slinged
Down by the mother of monsoons
it brings
The deluge washes down, down,
down
And the troubles of the past
Are a blurry haze
The cars that wouldn't start
The alarms that never rang
My dogtrack luck, asleep at the
boarding gate
That don't worry because I know
that it's on it's way
Drip like a disowned dog full
of ticks
In the limestone rain
And the teary eyed starlet
On the boarding dock of a disembarking
train, train, train
Waving goodbye to her long lost
love
To her last appeal to a casted
reel
The lured her with a teasing
taste of fame, fame, fame
And the troubles of the past
Are a blurry haze
The cars that wouldn't start
The alarms that never rang
My dogtrack luck, asleep at the
boarding gate
That don't worry because I know
that it's on it's way
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Bullet Cough
In Sleep
The barmaid trades in overflowing
ashtrays
Every chamber ring she steeps
Is a bullet cough in sleep
To keep the butts off the
floor she sweeps
No troglodyte of tavern,
or cavern calls her a villian
Vs. The State of West Virginia
If the smoke machines are
stuck
Or they're jammed with Camel
bucks
There's a milliion other
pricks out there to kill
ya
Like the missile fire of
pinballs
That richocet bumper jets
Like the scheming Soviets
Or the prehensile pets of
properties staked out on
dancefloors
I want to take you home
I want to wrap my arms around
you
I want to be the one in the
morning to surround you
Tall tales they grow taller
Until some of them grow true
Like I never wanted no woman
More than a bottle of booze
You can shake me you can
break me
You can take my of my pride
But when I lay me down to
sleep
Right there by my side
I want to be with you....
The band it murders silence
And there beverage choice
won't help them
If they can't help themselves
Make room on talcum shelves
For the prophet slots allotted
to cosmetic has been
Neophytes and sapling
Bogarts and Gables
Checks mailed out at months
end
And shredded under tables
He who holds the keys
With responsiblilities, to
shoo the cattle call into
the mist
of building
toppling
I want to take you home....
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