| | Title Track Lyrics Artist(Band):Okkervil River
And it's just a blood flushed and heart-rushing race Either to kick off too soon or stick around too late To be far too dear or too cut-rate Hold my hand again Like at the lake Hold that mirror, babe Up to my face Hear the whippoorwill Am I breathing still? A Hollywood Babylon bike-a-thon for breakdancers all broken down in their beds Now intravenously fed From a bag hanging over their heads Can I put you down for some miles? What do you say? Cause don't you know, it's going to be a long, long way But if you've got the cash I'm ready to bust my ass So, take this thin broken down circus clown reject and give her the name of a queen Don't I know her from the mezzanine? She didn't look like no princess to me But with the proper words bestowed And with her morning shoot Her evening clothes Don't call her a prostitute- She ain't one of those- Just call her a proper little statue Come unfroze If you find some error in Title Track Lyrics, would you please submit your corrections to me? Thank You. Thanks to the pocket light for submitting the lyrics. Review the song Title Track The area is only for review, if you want to submit the lyrics or the corrections of the lyrics, please click the link at the end of the lyrics.  Download "Okkervil River" Music | |
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