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honey, can't race the wind
Good lookin' here I go

Call me forty below
An' I'll be whippin' in your window
I'll be lickin' round your knees
I can
Half Mile Hill, eight years old
Standing on top with the world below
Me and my dad
Talking man to man
Suitcase packed, he was moving out
Said,
turned to jelly
Accidentally nailed my index finger to the wall
Cut off half my toes and soaked my foot in alcohol
Well I've had my pelvis ruptured by
town is frozen now
And I can't remember summer
It feels like spring may never come

There's a half full whiskey bottle
On the table by my bed
living, like a dreamless child with hatred
Just living, like a dreamless child with hatred

She's never been quite as cut by life before,
Never been cut
it, your price, you need to cut it
Your ice, you need to tuck it, she fuck with me, she lucky
A half a million, all 20s in that Gucci luggage
Let's
turned to jelly
Accidentally nailed my index finger to the wall
Cut off half my toes and soaked my foot in alcohol
Well I've had my pelvis ruptured by
pulled it's half past noon 
But in her mind why it's forty years ago 
She recalls the beauty of their love 
She remembers he was beautiful 
And of course
they couldn't have been kinder
And my schooling was cut as I quit in the spring 
To marry John Thomas, a miner

Oh, the years passed again,
couldn't have been kinder
And my schooling was cut as I quit in the spring
To marry John Thomas, a miner

Oh, the years passed again, and the giving was good
lazy brats think nothing's good enough

Well, nobody ever drove me to school when it was ninety degrees below
We had to walk buck naked through forty
couldn't have been kinder
And my schooling was cut
As I quit in the spring
To marry John Thomas, a miner

Oh, the years passed again
And the givin' was good
motor trouble it turned into a struggle, 
Half way 'cross Alabam, 
When that 'hound broke down and left us all stranded
In downtown Birmingham.

So
for hard times
And sold by the half-acre lot overnight
The houses went up, and the trees were cut down
There went the finest deer huntin' around
a part of the game 
Catch a snitch, cut a snitch or put one in his frame 
Its like every other summer I was back and forth to jail 
Telling nanna I'm
lies below
Shutdown... Reformat... Believe!

Every day, carry out the same routine
9 to 5, cogs in the human machine
40 years, doing what they tell
about ninety-eight degrees
I spent all day and half the night in water to my knees

Oh those scorchin' days of summer are here
When sun shines more
negative
but his own prerogative
Makin' cash to flash and stash in half the trash
The cops made the dash (sufferin' succotash!)
Because he had to do ten
Unemployment said I got no more checks
and they showed me to the hall
my brother died in Georgia some time ago
I got no one left to call
Summer wasn't bad
kitchen in a Canada Goose
Famous as fuck but I’m still in the cut when they round up the troops
I’m just a sicko a real sicko when you get to know me
Poppa

Skated through with the Cesar Picadas
At high school got head by the lockers
Ga**ed the baddest girl in the class to show me her knockers
through with the Ceasar Picadas
At high school got head by the lockers
Gassed the baddest girl in the class to show me her knockers
Rocked jewels dropped
whorehouse in Seattle
And the fire hydrants plead the fifth amendment
And the furniture is bargains galore
But the blood is by the jukebox on an old
power of speech
When the one thing you want
Is the only thing out of your reach

High in her tower she sits by the hour
Maintaining her hair
Blithe
Unemployment said I got no more checks
And they showed me to the hall
My brother died in Georgia some time ago
I got no one left to call
Summer wasn't bad