Back then I had a Buckingham rabbit
I'd been lonely since she found Christ
Now is the time to depend on the law
the nights of my professional life
I was living in a very young city
Grand piano, great lakes, goodbye
If you ask me my name, it's high-low-jack in the game
I can track a single bee to the hive
Every single game was a blowout
And the Nascar blurred into p***
Scenic this, scenic that
Don't fall for the traps of the man who was never born
And so the rent became whiskey
And then my life became risky:
Shattered dogs on the rocks.
At the back of the bar there's a couch
Where the lonely people go and lie
They talk to the honky tonk psychiatrist
Til the wee hours of the night
The factories on muscle relaxers
The pine perfume of hilltown floors
The lover, the thinker, the talker, the singer
Won't be lucid for her anymore
(chorus)
When you know how I feel, I feel better
When you're 15, you want to look poor
Do unto others, and run like a mother
I don't want to look poor anymore
Jesus in a runaway shelter,
Said "The deaf have pictures of you."
From the digital fountains to the a***og mountains
Let the mirrow express the room
I'd been lonely since she found Christ
Now is the time to depend on the law
the nights of my professional life
I was living in a very young city
Grand piano, great lakes, goodbye
If you ask me my name, it's high-low-jack in the game
I can track a single bee to the hive
Every single game was a blowout
And the Nascar blurred into p***
Scenic this, scenic that
Don't fall for the traps of the man who was never born
And so the rent became whiskey
And then my life became risky:
Shattered dogs on the rocks.
At the back of the bar there's a couch
Where the lonely people go and lie
They talk to the honky tonk psychiatrist
Til the wee hours of the night
The factories on muscle relaxers
The pine perfume of hilltown floors
The lover, the thinker, the talker, the singer
Won't be lucid for her anymore
(chorus)
When you know how I feel, I feel better
When you're 15, you want to look poor
Do unto others, and run like a mother
I don't want to look poor anymore
Jesus in a runaway shelter,
Said "The deaf have pictures of you."
From the digital fountains to the a***og mountains
Let the mirrow express the room