Three Car Garage Songtext
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my god how far can baby burn the noose
and what course my god to turn his wailing loose in
and I've been to the bottom of the well
where he yearns and despairs
cause I have my own and I can tell
there's nothing there
it's a delusion babe
it's just a movement made
in such a ruinous way
and what course my god to turn his wailing loose in
and I've been to the bottom of the well
where he yearns and despairs
cause I have my own and I can tell
there's nothing there
it's a delusion babe
it's just a movement made
in such a ruinous way
you're traveling
who'll say what shape we children bend the rules in
what way oh babe, no space to spare the truth in
and I've been to the ragged humble hole
where you learned your word babe
three car garage and a swimming pool
and nothing to say
it's a delusion babe
it's just a movement made
in such a ruinous way
you're traveling
I've been brought up clean and organized
I've been each december satisfied
I've had wishes granted, none denied
I've been flown down south and disney-fied
I've sailed twenty seas in deep denial
on a million frequent flier miles ran a gauntlet built of grocery aisles
and a walking wall of guilt and bile
tell me, are you not the same as me?
did you pay your dues in little league?
did you wash your hands of blood and greed
and stumble back in times of need
you are clever imitations mined from photographs and dvds
you are subtle repetitions tied to 32-inch plasma screens
it's a delusion babe
who'll say what shape we children bend the rules in
what way oh babe, no space to spare the truth in
and I've been to the ragged humble hole
where you learned your word babe
three car garage and a swimming pool
and nothing to say
it's a delusion babe
it's just a movement made
in such a ruinous way
you're traveling
I've been brought up clean and organized
I've been each december satisfied
I've had wishes granted, none denied
I've been flown down south and disney-fied
I've sailed twenty seas in deep denial
on a million frequent flier miles ran a gauntlet built of grocery aisles
and a walking wall of guilt and bile
tell me, are you not the same as me?
did you pay your dues in little league?
did you wash your hands of blood and greed
and stumble back in times of need
you are clever imitations mined from photographs and dvds
you are subtle repetitions tied to 32-inch plasma screens
it's a delusion babe
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