Tongue Slap Your Brains Out Songtext

Knowing you were laundry-folding just outside the bedroom door, I slept near it
Knowing you would carry half the hapless buzzing of my dilated spirit

I know you never dreamed I'd become a damn Yankee
I need you to believe that I'm still your same baby

No feeling like finding a peach cobbler sunning belly-up on the granite
The kind that'll make your tongue slap all your brains out

I know you never dreamed I'd become a damn Yankee