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Surfer Blood
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Catholic Pagans (Live in NYC)
Never could
Be still for long
And I could never hold a job.
Coupled with
A weakness for cocaine and liquor
Not much you can do for love.
When I met you,
I broke the mold.
I fell apart and combed my hair.
Whiskey stinks
For ten whole days
Stayed off the streets at night for weeks.
I don't wanna be a catholic pagan
Now that you're here.
We fell in awe each other for love,
Survival, and everything else.
Please don't padlock
Your parents' bomb shelter,
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Or fill her up with dust and ash.
A landfill mecca
For burnouts and whistlers,
Adolescent sour mash.
I'm not saying
That I'm unloved,
But I could really use it now.
So turn out the lights
Over and over and over,
We'll figure out the rest somehow.
I don't wanna be your rush-in bride,
Not anymore.
But I could say
Apollo would have a field day if he knew at all.
Sooo, I have to gooo...
Ohhhh, have to goooo...
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