Title Track Lyrics - Okkervil River
All of the stage names evaporate
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
Writer: WILL ROBINSON SHEFF
Lyrics © BUG MUSIC
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