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| 2. Rattled by the Rush If only I could bend my tongue outwards Lee your lungs hurt me Tuckin' my shirt in to pants I wear so well Cross your t-shirt smell worse than your lyin' I caught my dad cryin Loose like the wind from a lovely guitar Sleek city woman waiting to spa I'm drowning for your thirst drowning for your thirst drowing for your thirst drowning for your thirst Getting up on the Candalabra We call her Barbara Eatin' black larva she rambles on indents on her comback get out those hardhats and sing us some skat late lovers gush chains n' perfume I dont need a minister to call me a groom But I'm rattled by the rush rattled by the rush rattled by the rush rattled by the rush Makes me wanna say your down 3. Blackout Sunday drive past your own hall of fame it's closed on weekdays shut for good pick out no one when you're talking about rattlesnakes and walkin' no one has a clue the parted shots the thin caught fault line dancin' across the frigid air shafts the spaztic rats the criminal's trash Count to ten and read until the lights begin to bleed light until you actually begin to see the rays and your thoughts they start to turn and tells you lessons that you're learnin' no one has a clue Fugazi thoughts of the sturdy scots wrestling with the elements up on the trail high I need to know where does it go How do I get there what will I find fun fun fun fun for the summertime blues it's gonna set you |