Lyrics Thrax - Liz Phair

Thrax

He’s got a million dollar car
He’s got a thirty-seven year old guitar
He’s got a family who deals heroin
And you’re on the edge of your chair
And you realize you might be wrong
He might be telling you the truth all along
Tell me if he’s lying
Do you think that he’s violent
Okay, listen
He’s got a million dollar car
He’s got a thirty-seven year old guitar
He’s got a family who deals heroin
And you’re on the edge of your chair
And you realize you might be wrong
He might be telling you the truth all along
Tell me if he’s lying
Do you think that he’s violent
But seriously
There’s a strong?
Fucking idiot
Is what I think he most often has heard
It doesn’t make him angry
And it doesn’t make him sick
He never gets bored
And he always comes home
He never gets tired
And he never gets bored
But seriously,
He’s a grown man
Did you really think
That even if we tried
We could ever understand
It doesn’t make me like him
But it doesn’t make him bad
You think about your own life
And it the choices you had
Does something make you happy
Or does something make you sad
And if he’s lying then he’s good at it
And only buying time we would’ve spent drinking
And if he’s violent then we should have seen
A sign of it now without even thinking
Cause Thrax knows how to score the points
Thrax always brought coffee and joints
And if he’s lying then he’s good at it
And only buying time we would’ve spent drinking
And if he’s violent then we should have seen
A sign of it now that I’m thinking
Cause Thrax knows how to score the points
Thrax always brought coffee and joints
And if he’s lying then he’s good at it
And only buying time we would’ve spent drinking
And if he’s violent then we should have seen
A sign of it now that I’m thinking
Should’ve been wide awake instead of sleeping
Should’ve been wide awake instead of sleeping