Paroles Down And Out In The Bold New City Of The South de Astronautalis

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I'm calling out to all the famous clowns and bumsI'm sneakin' out, peakin' in your windowsWatchin' you kiss the screenLovin' them, like I hope they love meI'm calling out to all the famous clowns and bumsI'm sneakin' out, peakin' inside your homesWatchin' you, watch them split they seamsLovin' them, like I hope they love meI'm calling out to all the famous clowns and bumsI'm sneakin' out, peakin' in your windowsWatchin' you kiss the screenLovin' them, like I hope they love meI'm calling out to all the famous clowns and bumsI'm sneakin' out, peepin' in your homesWatchin' you, watch them split they seamsLovin' them, like I hope they love meIt's the return of the ghost, the raising of the deadAnd the cloning approach shadows stick the foot of your bedWith windy notes, so fog the window with breathI drag my footprints through your grass and all across your gardenI never know just what's to be saidIt's so close to the wall, the cars will get hitSo spell it out in the fog in the window paneWritten backwards at your expense for everyone else's gainIt's hard tonight but it's comin' in clearYou called 'em right? They comin' hereThey got the couch and he's got the chairI got the flower beds, some sweaty palms, a couple dumb ideasPraying hearts stuck in discovery's fearsI've been alive in little burstsIt's the little bits of life that hurtThe way to write's been across the dirtThe sunpots seen behind you workThe ball of kindness is shipping the birdToss in smiling, call him firstIt covers up the best and hurts the worstThe freckles are suddenly painted across your shoulder bladesThe biggest hit to come across the spaceThe calling and the fall of all who waitThe fingerprints and window glassThe funny women's superstitious afraid of catsDumbest feeling, the embarrassment that puts us on our assLooking back, then moving onThe stupid songs, the foolish onesReminds the signs the brightest liesThe Broadway clip that turns the gateBroke hold but don't get close kidsTurns out it's understood, it's time to missI'm calling out to all the famous clowns and bumsI'm sneakin' out, peakin' in your windowsWatchin' you kiss the screenLovin' you, like I hope you love meI'm calling out to all the famous clowns and bumsI'm sneakin' out, peakin' inside your homesWatchin' you, watch them split they seamsLovin' them, like I hope they love meI'm calling out to all the famous clowns and bumsI'm sneakin' out, peakin' in your windowsI'm calling out to all the famous clowns and bumsI'm sneakin' out, peakin' in your windowsI'm calling out to all the famous clowns and bumsI'm sneakin' out, peakin' in your windowsWatchin' you, watch them split they seamsLovin' them, like I hope they love meThe sun came in over on the buildingRich and 56 feet below, a Domincan charges path to death run pain stained blockWhile the chief turns on his radio and cracks his steel ReserveI wonder how much of last night's love is double parkedThis city swallows menHe tells me tales of places that he ran, eventually ran from Never to return againIt's funny in luck and loveYou can never remember the moment that you fell inOr recall when you fell out of touchThe city's hushed, keepin' it's secretsThe sunshine is gliding, riding, hiding wrinkles and creases, beautiful featuresChipped, cracked, crippled and weakenedTragic pageant queen bleeds soft focus, keepin' her evenThe city's breathing, feel it coming awakeEvery explanation creates a gray across the sky scrapeLike the sky's a looking glass and the fog, the dirty breath leftWe can etch our dreams and wipe it clean before they seeIt's city's rushing, picking up a bitter steamThe Chief's beat his shift till first sipA malt liquor will bleed to lipsHe flips a small piece of shitDriver's license, a money clipAnd showing off everything equippedWith 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 basementA tomb of her own, a room caked in cobwebs, odd and ends, some vasesThis city's built ahead of steam, the river shivers steadilyThe poison boilin' up from beneath the lies and memoriesI spent the last three months in shamblesDrunk on clouds and syphoned starsI shook at palm left-handedThose offered inside the back of a barWoke in a party with streamers tossed inside my hairMy head's been ringin' loudA cigarette burns out inside my left handAnd dust the cane and bottle cacophony off of me standingAnd blow a kiss to my chairUnlock the deadbolt baby, I'm comin' homeOr you'll never see m face around hereYou'll never see m face around hereYou'll never see m face againThe patient changes and takes his placeNow I need strength now that all my rap friends have settled downFingertips and sand pockets put a stone in andAll I can come up with the same news is bad news from this old townIt's all I have if it wasn't for a piece of rotten luckYou don't the right to pay for my kisses and backwater dreamsSo, sneakin' my hands across your shoulder bladesWon't you fall into my arms and fall into the eavesWon't you fall asleep while the city grinds its teethDo the bottle race, hold me fast, boot strapThe moves are holding us to the earthWith your eyes shut tight, anyone can be kingWe're in projectors, steal concesssions, like the picture was blurredWe face the days that we can't see, we run and we fallWe hate this place, but we can't leave, so what do we call itNow it's cornered by the cat's calls and situated wallsAnd 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 danceHangover a headache aversion to civility, turning to beachArm in arm over an old flame before the kids kiss inGasoline tombs and cocaineI know it's slow, James, strips malls insaneWith a fresh coat of paint and more fucking fast food chainsThat's okay, my feet are still fineBut since burning, learning I can still see in the skyLeaving me blind, staggering from the scene to the streetLeavin' the east to feed the machine and leave us in peaceSoon as they receive their load, sing a song of St. JohnsAnd sail alone around the rest of the globeAnd sail alone doing Knight Rider past your houseStart laughing about driving dragons and passing outPrivate pageants cash and clowns, bursts of laughing outDown and out in the bold new city of the south

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