Baltimore - Stephen Malkmus & The Jicks

Come on like gangbusters laying it thick

Arboreous sleestak lost in the sticks

It’s warm for a witch trial

Don’t you agree?

Cold are the hands that would ever touch me

You got the energy of a classic creep

With sex vibe for miles and shark eyes asleep

No intuition, no need to sleuth

Poor is the man who would sully my view

A one minute story is all that you are

A song undeveloped beyond the first bar

For all of your hassle what did you win?

Woe is the man with the Cheshire cat grin

You criticize life, you criticize pain

You criticize situations you’ve never been in

But dawn for the debtantes will come soon enough.

All right!

The panic is leaking through every clear pore

Your is weaking a sedifine torch

So root for the crucifix on the all right

I’m in love with the people

I’m in love with the saint

I’m in love with a soldier

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