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Billie and my friend the saint,
You're perfect in so many ways,
But you never looked hard
at a fetus in a jar
you never saw your mama change.
And this wonderland of spite,
Does not shine into your night,
Like widows are seen
As stigmatised beings,
Who ought to have second chance.
And hurricanes spin
Like debutantes in a trance.
Sue the fortune-teller,
Rue the rising tide,
General Washington,
patented that skull,
Throw him out.
Ship that hollandaise,
Feel the heart fell of touch
See the longer you tease,
The stronger the needs,
The highs and the fruit are long.
Up to the one a kid,
Call the bluff when the money's in,
You're a hungry matron,
And you are just what I need,
I was tired of the best years of my life.
Sue the fortune-teller,
Rue the rising tide,
General Washington,
Patented that skull,
Throw him out.
- Album:
- The Secret History Vol. 1
- Live Europaturnen MCMXCVII (2)
- Brighten The Corners
- Terror Twilight
- Wowee Zowee
- Miscellaneous
- Slanted and Enchanted
- Crooked Rain Crooked Rain
- Demolition Plot J-7 (EP)
- Slay Tracks EP
- Westing
- Watery Domestic EP
- Slanted And Enchanted At Minneapolis, June 11th, 1992 (Live)
- Quarantine The Past: The Best Of Pavement
- Brighten The Corners: Nicene Creedence Ed.
- Brighten the Corners (Nicene Creedence Ed.) (Deluxe Edition)
- Slanted & Enchanted: Luxe & Reduxe
- Wowee Zowee: Sordid Sentinels Edition
- Crooked Rain, Crooked Rain: L.A.’s Desert Origins
- Crooked Rain, Crooked Rain (Deluxe Edition)