Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Saint Conformity, artist - Howe Gelb. Date of issue: 04.03.2021
Song language: English
Saint Conformity |
| He’s got a mean streak that’s 2 miles wide |
| A wicked widow’s peak that his lost hat won’t hide |
| Has some family round here well aware of his leathery pride |
| Lives down by the racetrack so he knows the inside |
| He’s not a bad joe, just talk to the girl that used to know |
| She was a waitress for a while, 'til the clubhouse changed her style |
| She went from small town looker |
| To dressing like a myopic optimistic hooker |
| Well adorned with accessory |
| Like the back hand of benny the booker |
| Oh conformity, saint conformity |
| Won’t you come down here |
| And clutter up her form for me |
| If l live my life in routine would you make the meantime |
| A little less mean |
| It’s a watermark, this thing you settled for |
| Corrosive material, this thing you settled for |
| It’s an endless ache, a heart attack and an earthquake |
| All of this and more, or less, this thing you settled for |
| His tongue has the bite, 'til he pickles it just right |
| His brain took the train, which left his heart out in the rain |
| His manner is neglect, any of your help is only suspect |
| His memory is stuck in slo-mo rewind of how her eyes used to shine |