2023_0504t0230cst.mpeg - lookout mountain lyrics
[old pink cadillac]
if i could drive an old pink cadillac
i would roll up to work and i would not feel so bad about it, baby
take me with you when you go
if i could have a house down by the ocean
i’d take my coffee to the sound of seagulls honking, baby
take me with you when you go
i know i’m not a special guy
but you can see the fun in me if you really try
you can take my shirt off and grab a hunk of fat
you’ll say, “i’m sure glad i went for a lover like that”
if i could have you and you would run away with me
then we’d never have to work again, go away and just be happy, baby
take me with you when you go
[ashcan song]
there’s a tug in my chest when the sun tears the sky
it’s a cliche to say it, we’re all born to die
but it’s a comfort to know there’s an end to this whole thing i guess
at the end of the day it’s no use to get mad
time’s a b*tch but it’s all that we have
might as well stick around for the morning and all of the rest
there’s a funeral home at the end of the street
where they made up my friend in the embalming machine
they put him in his best suit and sent him down the river alone
you and i met at his wake in the sand
you were scared when i showed you my detachable hands
but you soon came around when you looked on my ankles of stone
love, it transmits through the air now and then
i think you caught on to my sorrow*struck wind
and in time we sat down, one and one, inconstantly joined
i tried for a long time to show you my light
all the bad poetry i’d jot down at night
but i’ve resigned myself, now i just write these songs in your voice
it’s the ashcan morning when the smog takes its rest
and the feel of my head nestled into your chest
and the way that the woods seem to move on the edge of the wind
no matter what happens we’re interred hand*in*hand
our deadwagons move on the flat desert land
and it might be a minute, but i’ll see you again in the end
there’s a tug in my chest when the sun tears the sky
it’s a cliche to say it, we’re all born to die
but it’s a comfort to know there’s an end to this whole thing i guess
at the end of the day it’s no use to get mad
time’s a b*tch but it’s all that we have
might as well stick around for the morning and all of the rest
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