| Whooo!
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| John Darnielle coming to you live from the main room here at Overdub playing
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| --Peter Hughes, Brandon Eggleston, and the blood capsules. |
| One, two, three, and.
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| When the last of the East Coast money ran dry
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| And the casually-dressed bill collectors
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| Started casually dropping on by
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| And the residuals, but there weren’t any more residuals
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| At least several months behind
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| On the payments to certain individuals
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| I strolled into the lobby
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| Mouth full
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| Blood capsules
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| I strolled into the lobby
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| Mouth full
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| Blood capsules
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| I’m off the juice for seven months
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| I learn to like living clean
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| But there just isn’t any money
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| On the independent scene
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| Not even if you’re cutting corners
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| Staying in nights, eating alone
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| Somebody’s gotta pay the gas bill
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| It’s not gonna go away on its own
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| I strolled into the lobby
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| Mouth full
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| Blood capsules
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| I strolled into the lobby
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| Mouth full
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| Blood capsules
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| I’m the biggest guy in the bank line
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| Everybody else looks tiny
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| I could almost smell the fear
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| On the lunch-hour car salesman behind me
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| I know this isn’t gonna work
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| I guess I’ll see ya when I see ya
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| I can’t work any other jobs
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| This was my last and best idea
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| I strolled into the lobby
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| Mouth full
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| Blood capsules
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| I strolled into the lobby
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| Mouth full
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| Blood capsules |