I'll respond with songscubaricanMay 15 2005, 12:57:44 UTC
modest mouse - bankrupt on selling
well all the apostles are sitting in swings sayin' "I'd sell off my savior for a set of new rings and some sandals "with the style of straps that cling best to the era."
And all of the businessers in a limited hell where they buy and sell sell all of their trash eachother they're sick of it all they're bankrupt on selling
and all of the angels they'd sell off your soul for a set of new wings and anything gold they remember the people they loved their old friends and I've seen through them all, seen through most of everything
well I'll go to college and I'll learn some big words I'll talk real loud goddam right I'll be heard and you'll remember the guy who said all those big words he must've learned in college
and it took a long time till I came clean with myself I came clean out of love with my lover loved her more when I used to be sober and she was kinder
bright eyes - gold mine gutted
it was don delillo whiskey neat and a blinking midnight clock speakers on the tv stand just a turn table to watch only smoke came out our mouths on all those hooded sweatshirt walks we were a stroke of luck we were the gold mine that gutted us
and on the sidlines you'd see me run until I'm out of breath living the good life I left for dead the sorrowful midwest well I did my best to keep my head
it was grass stained jeans, incompletes and a girl from class to touch you think about your self too much and it ruins who you love lets have a nice clean cut like a bag we buy and divy up
and on the sidelines I'd see you run until you're out of breath and all those white lines that sped us up we hurried to our deaths I lagged behind... so you got ahead...
well all the apostles are sitting in swings sayin'
"I'd sell off my savior for a set of new rings and some sandals
"with the style of straps that cling best to the era."
And all of the businessers in a limited hell where they buy and sell
sell all of their trash eachother they're sick of it all
they're bankrupt on selling
and all of the angels they'd sell off your soul
for a set of new wings and anything gold
they remember the people they loved their old friends
and I've seen through them all, seen through most of everything
well I'll go to college and I'll learn some big words
I'll talk real loud goddam right I'll be heard and you'll remember the guy who said all those big words he must've learned in college
and it took a long time till I came clean with myself
I came clean out of love with my lover
loved her more when I used to be sober and she was kinder
bright eyes - gold mine gutted
it was don delillo whiskey neat and a blinking midnight clock
speakers on the tv stand just a turn table to watch
only smoke came out our mouths on all those hooded sweatshirt walks
we were a stroke of luck
we were the gold mine that gutted us
and on the sidlines you'd see me run until I'm out of breath
living the good life I left for dead the sorrowful midwest
well I did my best
to keep my head
it was grass stained jeans, incompletes and a girl from class to touch
you think about your self too much and it ruins who you love
lets have a nice clean cut
like a bag we buy and divy up
and on the sidelines I'd see you run until you're out of breath
and all those white lines that sped us up we hurried to our deaths
I lagged behind...
so you got ahead...
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