| You need a gun and a signal for vultures
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| You need a net to catch all that you’re seeing
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| Floors long enough to scrape all of your knuckles
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| To the bones and then back home
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| This is a fence line for scarecrows and buzzards
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| And all the books that you’re reading and reading
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| Department store mistakes all of your worries away
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| The city tallest drink couldn’t make up your pavement
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| This hill has pipes coming out of its sides
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| With concrete poles down holes to shake your ass to the concrete sound
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| And downtown the people is moving and moving, I’ll never know what is held onto
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| And I am nine years old with short legs and all
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| Late at night, calling to get some prices well I got a bright idea for you
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| It’s in the smoke alarms and all these things on my ceiling
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| We could use more up there they work out really well
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| These are the pants that fit me, these are the suits on hold
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| I want to move to your town, jump and really smell the people running around
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| Baby, if you want to, you can swallow me bones and all
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| Your golden tongue was disconnected with one sound |