Down and out in the Bold New City of the South
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I'm calling out to all the famous clowns and bums
I'm sneakin' out, peakin' in your windows
Watchin' you kiss the screen
Lovin' them, like I hope they love me
I'm calling out to all the famous clowns and bums
I'm sneakin' out, peakin' inside your homes
Watchin' you, watch them split they seams
Lovin' them, like I hope they love me
I'm calling out to all the famous clowns and bums
I'm sneakin' out, peakin' in your windows
Watchin' you kiss the screen
Lovin' them, like I hope they love me
I'm calling out to all the famous clowns and bums
I'm sneakin' out, peepin' in your homes
Watchin' you, watch them split they seams
Lovin' them, like I hope they love me
It's the return of the ghost, the raising of the dead
And the cloning approach shadows stick the foot of your bed
With windy notes, so fog the window with breath
I drag my footprints through your grass and all across your garden
I never know just what's to be said
It's so close to the wall, the cars will get hit
So spell it out in the fog in the window pane
Written backwards at your expense for everyone else's gain
It's hard tonight but it's comin' in clear
You called 'em right? They comin' here
They got the couch and he's got the chair
I got the flower beds, some sweaty palms, a couple dumb ideas
Praying hearts and minds stuck in discovery's fears
I've been alive in little bursts
It's the little bits of life that hurt
The way to write's been across the dirt
The sunpots seen behind you work
The ball of kindness is shipping the bird
Toss in smiling, call him first
It covers up the best and hurts the worst
The freckles are suddenly painted across your shoulder blades
The biggest hit to come across the space
The calling and the fall of all who wait
The fingerprints and window glass
The funny women's superstitious afraid of cats
Dumbest feeling, the embarrassment that puts us on our ass
Looking back, then moving on
The stupid songs, the foolish ones
Reminds the signs the brightest lies
The Broadway clip that turns the gate
Broke hold but don't get close kids
Turns out it's understood, it's time to miss
I'm calling out to all the famous clowns and bums
I'm sneakin' out, peakin' in your windows
Watchin' you kiss the screen
Lovin' you, like I hope you love me
I'm calling out to all the famous clowns and bums
I'm sneakin' out, peakin' inside your homes
Watchin' you, watch them split they seams
Lovin' them, like I hope they love me
I'm calling out to all the famous clowns and bums
I'm sneakin' out, peakin' in your windows
I'm calling out to all the famous clowns and bums
I'm sneakin' out, peakin' in your windows
I'm calling out to all the famous clowns and bums
I'm sneakin' out, peakin' in your windows
Watchin' you, watch them split they seams
Lovin' them, like I hope they love me
The sun came in over on the building
Rich and 56 feet below, a Dominican charges path to death run pain stained block
While the chief turns on his radio and cracks his steel Reserve
I wonder how many of last night's lovers double parked
This city swallows men
He tells me tales of places that he ran, eventually ran from
Never to return again
It's funny in luck and love
You can never remember the moment that you fell in
Or recall when you fell out of touch
The city's hushed, keepin' it's secrets
The sunshine is gliding, riding, hiding wrinkles and creases, beautiful features
Chipped, cracked, crippled and weakened
Tragic pageant queen bleeds soft focus, keepin' her even
The city's breathing, feel it coming awake
Every explanation creates a gray across the sky scrape
Like the sky's a looking glass and the fog, the dirty breath left
We can etch our dreams and wipe it clean before they see
It's city's rushing, picking up a bitter steam
The Chief's beat his shift till first sip
A malt liquor will bleed to lips
He flips a small piece of shit
Driver's license, a money clip
And shows it off everything equipped
With a face like,
"Look what I did..."
City's up in arms, the Chief is ravin'
Sick of taxes, sick of workin'
Sick of waitin', sick and tired of what the city's facin'
Enlisting ladies chased from the bottom of his history's basement
A tomb of her own, a room caked in cobwebs, odd and ends, and vases
This city's built ahead of steam, the river shivers steadily
The poison boilin' up from beneath the lies and memories
I spent the last three months in shambles
Drunk on clouds and syphoned stars
I shook every palm left-handed
Those offered inside the back of a bar
Woke in a party with streamers tossed inside my hair
My head's been ringin' loud
A cigarette burns out inside my left hand
And dust the cane and bottle cacophony off of me standing
And blow a kiss to my chair
Unlock the deadbolt baby, I'm comin' home
Or you'll never see my face around here
You'll never see my face around here
You'll never see my face again
The patient changes and takes his place
Now I need strength now that all my rap friends have settled down
Fingertips and sand pockets put a stone here and
All I can come up with the same news is bad news from this old town
It's all I have what a beautiful piece of rotten luck
You don't own the right to pay for my kisses and backwater dreams
So, sneakin' my hands across your shoulder blades
Won't you fall into my arms and fall into the eaves
And fall asleep while the city grinds its teeth
Do the bottle race, hold me fast, boot strap
The moves are holding us to the earth
With your eyes shut tight, anyone can be king
We're in projectors, steal concesssions, like the picture was blurred
We face the days that we can't see, we run and we fall
We hate this place, but we can't leave, so what do we call it
Now it's cornered by the cat's calls and situated walls
And the error message says, "You son of a bitch. You hated in love?"
Facing the sun centers away from a soft shoe, dreams of tap dance
Hangover a headache aversion to civility, turning to beach
Arm in arm live in old frames before the kids kiss in
Gasoline tombs and cocaine
I know it's slow, James, strips malls insane
With a fresh coat of paint and more fucking fast food chains
But it's okay, my feet are still fine
The suns still burning, blurry lines till I can still see in the sky
Leaving me blind, staggering from the scene to the street to the streams
that lead to the east to feed the machines that leave us in peace
Soon as they receive their load, sing a song of St. Johns
And sail alone around the rest of the globe
And sail alone doing KNight Rider past your house
Start laughing about driving dragons and passing out
Private pageants cash and clowns, bursts of laughing out
Down and out in the bold new city of the south
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