Naughty Fatalist - Vic Chesnutt

Rave and rant in yer old Foster Grants

I can see my billowy reflection

You’re a giant

You’re a giant

A little late night caching

A tender moving soul shake

With all light diffused

You’ll wake up butch and bruised

Butch and bruised

Straight lines

As the stork flies

Ooh straight lines

As the stork flies

As the stork flies

Naughty, naughty fatalist

Naughty, naughty

Naughty, naughty fatalist

Naughty fatalist, naughty fatalist

An elderly woman on a fashionable couch

Cane on the carpet tapping as she expounds

Tapping, tap tapping

A little late night caching

A tender moving soul shake

With all light diffused

You’ll wake up butch and bruised

Butch and bruised

Butch and bruised