Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Buffalo Boys , by - William Patrick Corgan. Song from the album Cotillions, in the genre АльтернативаRelease date: 21.11.2019
Record label: Martha's
Song language: English
Buffalo Boys |
| Pasty-faced villains |
| Chalkware pilfers dimes |
| Pasty-faced villains |
| My baubles a’int your kind |
| ‘Cause when a Buffalo boy trades |
| He nickels for rhymes |
| Oh, gather up Sunday |
| Sunday makes things right |
| Say, rail against Persimmon |
| Clothed in bat thorn fright |
| 'Cause to dash from one outdrawn |
| You make sunrise |
| Tears from our maker |
| Fall like rain on a windshield |
| In that vast, old motion picture |
| That they call our reflection |
| In the flesh |
| In the flash |
| You court cold and union |
| To shine me like you could |
| You mourn as Delilah |
| Her best was hardly good |
| So know a buffalo boy leaves |
| He gains sainthood |
| Tears from our maker |
| Fall like rain on a windshield |
| In the vast, old motion picture |
| That they call our reflection |
| Shorn from mist |
| Oh, when ought we marry |
| And drink to Artesian wealth |
| So when ought we marry |
| Betrothed beneath the shells |
| 'Cause any thirst that slows your gait |
| It’s still a spell |
| Yes, any thirst that slows your gait |
| Is still a spell |