Текст песни Suicide Demo For Kara Walker

Brown paper bag, don't stop me now, I'm on a roll.
Plain brown wrapper in your pocket.
Is it still the Invisible Man you're consorting with, woman?

Now that you got it all wrong,
You got it all... backwards girl.
Enter through the exit, and exit through the entrance
When you can.
Seen you consorting with your Invisible Manhole.

Fool child, you're never gonna make it.
New York City just wants to see you naked,
(And they will)
Though they'd never say so.
Wise, old, black and dead in the snow,
My southern sister.

"Sister, Sister" was the name of the band
Flesh and blood, my death close at hand.
Sister, this is not about me, and it's not about you, I swear.
No hard feelings, nothing personal.
Soft sculpture rides the air.
For free...

Words, words, words...
Longings, longings, longings...
All in vain...
Just ask Vanity, abandoned out in the rain by the world.
Another proud American.

And as proud Americans,
We let it slide... away...
Harmless little Negress,
You've got to say yes to another excess.
Let's go for a ride today.

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In possession of eyes that's it

A southern bunkhouse, blue skies up above,
A kindly figure of feminine grace and wit passes for love
These days...

All that slender-wristed, white, translucent business
Passes for love these days.
Mushhead genius
Passes for love these days...

Four more years
Four more years
Four hundred more years of this sh*t, f*ck it.
I look up, I see the North Star.
I look up, I see the North Star.
When I look up at the bar through these tears.

Four white pillars Yankee-style
All of America loves to lights his pipes.
All of America live to light his pipe at night.
To which Dixie responds "Free me"
And unlashes his sashes
Again...

Maybe or maybe not ("Fast forward", she said)
Maybe once the seed is sown ("Fast forward", she said)
"This bird has flown south", she said
"Don't talk about the south", she said
It's not you, it's nothing personal
No hard feelings, nothing's there
Soft sculpture rides hard on the air.

Now that you got it all wrong
You got it all... backwards girl.
Enter through the exit, and exit through the entrance
...When you can.