The Shins - Phantom Limb (The Lyrics My Fried Brain Registers)
Frozen in two Cokes
White girls of the North
Friar passed when Fievel won
They are the fabled lambs, the Sunday ham, the agent's mom
And they could photograph the cats and surfers if they tried
A latent parrot known to hide
To keep some hope alive that a girl like I could ever try
So we just stood the hallway signs
A phantom and a fly
Furrow the limes and wonder why
There's no connection
A weekend rolling ice
and cheap shots from the tray
And we're often in markers poor chicken
Another afternoon with the goathead tunes
and perfect boobs
We wander through her mama's house
The milk from the window light
Family portrait circa '95
This is that foreign land of the sprayed-on tans and it all feels fine
Pea soup and slime
SO when they top my Hyundai hens
Two zombies work at Allstate
This tonsil's hollywood baton
And we'll no longer memorize our rhymes
To follow along at Arclight
Stepping over white towels to the sky
With no connection
ohhh waaohhhhwaaaaohhhh
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(i was really bored last night.)