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Salamander sunrise
Comes at 4:44

Lingerie madness
Don't you kick down the door
Sweet Sarah's so wild
Don't you know why I'm losing your head

Down
puncture wound victims right to my door
come back mothafucka, ill stab you some more
One time I was a wrestler, I wrestled the best
I got kicked out though,
blame you (who can really blame you)
We're the ones who (chicka) made you

Back by popular demand
Now pop a little Zantac or ant'-acid if you can
You're
that was held by these two hands
He must be leaving hell to live with a ghost of another man.
My name is in the side wall outside our bedroom door
from Belgium stages
LA made him, LA grazed him, then LA saved him
It's back to the beach bitch where Miss Taylor raised him
My momma opposite of Sarah
S one Scotch'n'Soda comin' up."
"You live around here?", I asked
"No she said just killin' time till the morning."
"I got an early plane back
White man in white pants was dancing
Inside out and lost his ass
A little black girl on black rollerblades
Found his butt and picked it up
And gave
I don't want to say how long it's been
Five days and I gotta know now
Come back baby
I don't want to live alone again
My old man never thought me
on "this man's army"
They were old and crusty

She was twenty when the diner was a baby
He was the dishwasher, busy in the back, his hands covered with
Gravy
conference with the
Ad man's expertise
The majority by their silence shall pay for days like these

The right to build communities is back behind
Closed
Yes, that was my old man

My old man was a proud old man
At home on the foundry floor
Until the day they laid him off
And showed him to the door
conference with the
Ad man's expertise
The majority by their silence shall pay for days like these

The right to build communities is back behind
Closed
on "this man`s army"
They were old and crusty

She was twenty when the diner was a baby
He was the dishwasher, busy in the back, his hands covered with
pulled the door open
Nervous adrenaline, seeming slow motion
No one was there, we went back to the board hoping
That we finally made contact, with
It's hard to live in the country
In the present state of things
Your body gets pulled right back
You get a terrible urge to drink

At 3AM
It's hard to live in the country
In the present state of things
Your body gets pulled right back
You get a terrible urge to drink

At 3AM
downstairs to the kitchen
Clutching her handkerchief
Quietly turning the back door key
Stepping outside she is free

She
(We gave her most of our lives
It's hard to live in the country
In the present state of things
Your body gets pulled right back
You get a terrible urge to drink

At 3AM
It's hard to live in the country
In the present state of things
Your body gets pulled right back
You get a terrible urge to drink

At 3AM
[Chorus]

At the age of sixty-four, 
If he lives that long, 
He'll greet you at the door 
And he'll gently lead you by the arm 
In the dark recess
the churches while you can
Port-a-loos
Yellow cabins by methodist doors
New Jersey car parks permeated by
D. Bowie [sound-alikes]
It's good to live in
of an Appalachian man

Now we don't live on welfare, we don't need the checks no more
We got sick of bill collectors a-banging on the door
We'll break our backs from
Got an alright house and a pretty nice yard
A screen door dog that stays on guard
Got a buddy up the road that's got my back
'Round here it ain't
murderous joke
And the children were smothered on the stairs by the door.

Such a terrible sight I never did see
We carried our children back up to their
downstairs to the kitchen
Clutching her handkerchief
Quietly turning the back door key
Stepping outside she is free

She
(We gave her most of our lives)
Is