Real Emotional Trash - Stephen Malkmus & The Jicks

takin' out the wife

we’re taking out the wife

it’s that kind of night

well everybody talk, everybody listen, nobody breathe

take the time let him go down

'cuz daddy’s on the run

daddiy’s on the run

the trail has two ruts

one is just a tunnel

the other is funnel to the tune

easy said but less often done

point me in the direction

of your real emotional trash

abstract citizen

the abstract city-sun

up to now is done

never going to stray

never going to stray

never going to stray

take the time let him go down

'cuz daddy’s on the run

daddy’s on the run

and who will get there first?

should the bubble burst

easy said but less often done

point me in the direction

of your real emotional trash

I traipsed over the Mexican border in a cheap caravan man

like snake with fibre stuck in my stomach I needed some relief

made it back to 'frisco in a vanity chest

with two painted ladies under house arrest

so wax up the waxed fruit it time for shine

its the old fruit that makes wine

police man police man police man police me

you got no reputation never took a swing

silent when the hands find out

in the sham marina playing mercy games no time for you bow

down in sausalito we had clams for desert

he spilt some Chardonnay on your gypsy skirt

its no more time for apricots he’s got to make his own shade

police man police man police man police me