Lyrics Suppertime - Odds

Suppertime

An embarrassment of riches
Up ahead between the ditches
Steady on, pails of blue glass beads and baubles
In the toilets of the super models
Steady on watch what you wish for
As someone else pollutes it
Some see the rarest bird
And hunt it down and shoot it
Let me lose so beautifully
Let me lick the dew from the money tree
Have the moms of the world all care about me
At suppertime
The road to wreckage stretches west
From survival to excess and beyond
From magic beans and golden eggs
To swollen livers and tired of legs
Trammel on the breakfast of failures
Is an unexacting list
Subtract opportunity
You can mix it up with your fists
Let me lose so beautifully
Let me lick the dew from the money tree
Have the moms of the world all care about me
At suppertime
Let me feel what it’s like to have it
Let me battle all your rich man’s habits
Let me cry down the front of a smoking jacket
After suppertime
Let me stand hypnotized by what I’m doing
Smell the orchids by the road to ruin
When the heirs are asleep and we think about screwing
After suppertime
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