Destroyer Album

"Wore my fringe like Roger McGuinn's"
Quote, unquote.
Little showboat
No you didn't.

Got a list; it's serious business.
Stick it in the song. The song doesn't fit.
You brought one, it's not much longer.
Threes to divide and five to conquer.

Fun in the sun; you're the only one.
Fun in the sun; you're the only one.
Fun in the sun; you're the only one who does.

There's an earthquake in the audience.
My response, my response, not what you wanted.
One million tribunals agree:
See, your eyes aren't mine
The nose doesn't go there.
Beau (bulb?), you broke the crown of crowns
Of crowns of crowns of crowns.

Something I never wrote down.
Never, never, never top it off, top it off.
A long drink of water. A boarding house reach.
Big words make for such a short speech

The windows stay closed,
They've never known me.
I walk to the door if it looks like it's lonely.

The turn-table turns
For a song you just learned:
An old story worth telling,
Morphology gone wrong.

The ashes feel good in my hands.
So did you, so they say, so they claim, so did you.
The ashes feel good in my hands.
So did you, so they say, so they claim, so did you.

How can you go home again
If everything has been burnt?
How can you go home again
If everything has been burnt?

You can't ever
You can never
You can't ever
You can never
Bonnie Cane(?) went away, one drunken Welsh Gray
Now I never know what to do

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So you wanted to fuck a cop?
Well hello, hey, don't we all?
But you didn't just keep it a dream, so it seems
Unlike the rest of us.
My little heartbreaker, my heart's saltshaker
You sprinkle it like a surprise
So then when you break it,
You know I can't make it
A real good time for everyone, a good time

I heard you're guided by voices
Making mischief, they call you a sinner.
You suck on the drug like you suck on my finger,
A joint I'll surely lose to you.
I heard you're guided by voices,
I see you're really high.
But an angel that falls to the ground's not an angel
There's songs about you, you know.

Tonight it's just the three of us.
Three is the number tonight.
She, my Polish princess
Him, the hurting kind
Tonight it's just the three of us.
Three is the number tonight.
Together, together, perhaps it's forever.
With me, a real good time.
A real good time

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Drunk to the touch, but it wasn't enough.
I gave you the tape and you said it sucked.
Drunk to the touch, but it wasn't enough
I gave you the tape and you said it sucked, but
Drunk to the touch but it wasn't enough
I gave you the tape and it sucked.

Deeper shade of soul, well, didn't you know?
Of course you don't, you just know where to go.
Deeper shade of soul, hey, didn't you know
They all want me now?

Static means punk
Tuning is junk
Another night, another free-jazz drunk
Static means punk
Tuning is junk
Another night, another bluegrass high

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Burned every bullet you earned.
The stench of
"Stupid, you couldn't shoot it."
Better get that looked at.

We think the world of you.
They do, too.

My sister, my only one.
Something that you never should have
Done.
She struck it rich:
A bullet in the bitch.
How can they complain?
He became famous for her.

We think the world of you.
They do, too.
Even when you blast 'em with a bandit (abandon?).

My sister, my only one.
Something that you never should have..
My sister, my only one.
Something that I never could have
Done.

DooDooDooDooDooDoo

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