Lyrics Baltimore - Stephen Malkmus & The Jicks

Baltimore

Come on like gangbusters laying it thick
Arboreous sleestak lost in the sticks
It’s warm for a witch trial
Don’t you agree?
Cold are the hands that would ever touch me
You got the energy of a classic creep
With sex vibe for miles and shark eyes asleep
No intuition, no need to sleuth
Poor is the man who would sully my view
A one minute story is all that you are
A song undeveloped beyond the first bar
For all of your hassle what did you win?
Woe is the man with the Cheshire cat grin
You criticize life, you criticize pain
You criticize situations you’ve never been in
But dawn for the debtantes will come soon enough.
All right!
The panic is leaking through every clear pore
Your is weaking a sedifine torch
So root for the crucifix on the all right
I’m in love with the people
I’m in love with the saint
I’m in love with a soldier
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Baltimore, Baltimore, Baltimore