| Imports and altercations
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| My faculties on a shoe-string vacation
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| I settled down on a hurt as big as Robert Mitchum
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| And listen to Lucinda Williams
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| Oh, convenient lies, rubber knives
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| I’m a dastardly villain, doing belly dives
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| I before E except after me
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| I’m dowsing my vitals at break-neck speed
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| You and your little entourage
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| Playing amazing little parlor games in the garage
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| Like a jury of my peers triangulating
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| My pretty point of exasperation
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| Yes we gather for some of that Catholic juice
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| And hide behind the shower curtain, i watch the virgin spruce
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| I’m soaking wet and feeling funny
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| The mirror’s a mirage, no wonder I always look so crummy
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| My heroes are all off in the great beyond
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| England is old but Atlantis is gone
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| Feathers are floating down, and I can’t dodge them
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| The tar is oozing from my little noggin
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| It’s ugly ancient residue
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| There ain’t no mistaking what’s been abused
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| Feathers are floating down and I can’t dodge them
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| The tar is oozing from my little noggin
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| It’s ugly ancient residue
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| There ain’t no mistaking who’s been accused |