The Reflecting Skin Songtext
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Well the hand painted sign said, "Just a handful for a quarter"
So of course we left a dollar and drove off with half a barrelful
We laugh at ancient private jokes like old, embittered lovers
And like all good Detroiters we look out for one another, always and forever
And nowadays I feel like just a sad, pathetic man
I miss my friends like I would miss my hands
If they were lost in a fire, or left behind on tour
I'm tenacious like a glacier, but I know that I can't do this anymore
Nothing feels good to me no more
So of course we left a dollar and drove off with half a barrelful
We laugh at ancient private jokes like old, embittered lovers
And like all good Detroiters we look out for one another, always and forever
And nowadays I feel like just a sad, pathetic man
I miss my friends like I would miss my hands
If they were lost in a fire, or left behind on tour
I'm tenacious like a glacier, but I know that I can't do this anymore
Nothing feels good to me no more
The sum of all my parts is broke and bleedin' on the floor
And there's a bathroom on the right
And I have not seen nothin' in my life that was good without a fight
I was thinking I'm a man and not a band, so if I break up
My lips could by a drum machine, leather, chrome and Vaseline
Big guitars with F-holes and a flaming, upright bass
Start a disco-techno-funkabilly-punk-rock-emo-something-else band
And just like artists pushing out to turn the South Bronx into SoBro
My torso could gentrificate, and learn to play the dobro
Give my chicken legs some wooden spoons and pound a rhythm out
Start the greatest armless, headless bluegrass band that Music City's ever seen
Nothing feels good to me no more
The sum of all my parts is broke and bleedin' on the floor
And there's a bathroom on the right
And I have not seen nothin' in my life that was good without a fight
I was destitute and drunk and sick and done with all the roamin'
I was sittin' on the patio, just waiting for the Bowmans They were teary-eyed and broke as hell, much worse off than me
Prolly had a laundry list of all the places they would rather be
Then, out of nowhere, some guy says, "This city's turning grey
It lacks an old camaraderie that we ain't got today.?
He is getting on a plane and he is going across the sea
He looks exactly just a lot like everyone that I have ever seen
Nothing feels good to me no more
The sum of all my parts is broke and bleedin' on the floor
And there's a bathroom on the right
And I have not seen nothin' in my life that was good without a fight
A younger version of myself, his older brother said,
"Why don't you go and find your friends?" I said, "All my friends are dead."
Now I am throwing clods of dirt and I am screaming at the sky
saying, "Why, if they never got the chance to live, did they have to die?"
He says, "It always seems like end of times since I got back from war."
But it wasn't like we had nothing else but end of times before
His skin is peeling tight and it's reflecting like a mirror
I have lit myself on fire I would gladly burn to get away from here
Nothing feels good to me no more
The sum of all my parts is broke and bleedin' on the floor
And there's a bathroom on the right
And I have not seen nothin' in my life that was good without a fight
And there's a bathroom on the right
And I have not seen nothin' in my life that was good without a fight
I was thinking I'm a man and not a band, so if I break up
My lips could by a drum machine, leather, chrome and Vaseline
Big guitars with F-holes and a flaming, upright bass
Start a disco-techno-funkabilly-punk-rock-emo-something-else band
And just like artists pushing out to turn the South Bronx into SoBro
My torso could gentrificate, and learn to play the dobro
Give my chicken legs some wooden spoons and pound a rhythm out
Start the greatest armless, headless bluegrass band that Music City's ever seen
Nothing feels good to me no more
The sum of all my parts is broke and bleedin' on the floor
And there's a bathroom on the right
And I have not seen nothin' in my life that was good without a fight
I was destitute and drunk and sick and done with all the roamin'
I was sittin' on the patio, just waiting for the Bowmans They were teary-eyed and broke as hell, much worse off than me
Prolly had a laundry list of all the places they would rather be
Then, out of nowhere, some guy says, "This city's turning grey
It lacks an old camaraderie that we ain't got today.?
He is getting on a plane and he is going across the sea
He looks exactly just a lot like everyone that I have ever seen
Nothing feels good to me no more
The sum of all my parts is broke and bleedin' on the floor
And there's a bathroom on the right
And I have not seen nothin' in my life that was good without a fight
A younger version of myself, his older brother said,
"Why don't you go and find your friends?" I said, "All my friends are dead."
Now I am throwing clods of dirt and I am screaming at the sky
saying, "Why, if they never got the chance to live, did they have to die?"
He says, "It always seems like end of times since I got back from war."
But it wasn't like we had nothing else but end of times before
His skin is peeling tight and it's reflecting like a mirror
I have lit myself on fire I would gladly burn to get away from here
Nothing feels good to me no more
The sum of all my parts is broke and bleedin' on the floor
And there's a bathroom on the right
And I have not seen nothin' in my life that was good without a fight
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