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Burger Queen
02:51
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She's the mother of the age
Of the extortionist
She's the scepter in the hand of
My own exorcist
She's the feast of all saints gathered
Far and wide
She is packaged tight and married to
The father of lies
And I love her more with
Every single day
And all I can ever seem
To say
Is give me Burger Queen
The old American pipe dream
Give me something satisfying
Don’t care if you think I’m dying
all I really want is suffering
So give me Burger Queen
She is sweet and vilifying
All at once
She will save all of your pictures
In a book called treasured moments
She is holy
and condemned
And she’s a mystery
On the road she is the rage
A woman of the age
And I love her more and more
With Every single day
And all I can ever seem
To say
Is give me Burger Queen
The old American pipe dream
Give me something satisfying
Don’t care if you think I’m dying
All I really want is suffering
So give me Burger Queen
[Guitar solo]
Her word is moving on and on
And we are getting nowhere
The fractured hollows of my mind
And I am feeling nothing
Give me something satisfying
Don’t care if you think I’m dying
All I really want is suffering
So give me Burger Queen
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Raining in November
04:56
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It’s raining in November
Cold water from the sink
It’s running down my spine
And filling up my drink
I wish I could remember
The way you touched my hand
I shouldn’t drag you out to water
When you’re safe and sound on land
You left here in the morning
Just a couple months ago
Stuck out in Americana
Always the last to know
My chest was weighed real heavy
And my throat was wound real tight
I think I know now why you left
You were running for your life
Now I don’t know which way we’re going
Back into the arms of the only man I love
Or into this empty bed
With your name inside my head
I don’t know
A week ago I called you
I was three nails to the wind
Told you I was lonesome
You said you knew how that had been
I was gone for weeks and months
Without a single call to home
He packed his bags and left
So he wouldn’t be alone
Maybe I was rotted
I was gutted and for sale
Sold to all the cities
Who’d pay to hear my tale
The songs I sang out on the road
Never will compare
To the ones I sing to the empty rooms
Of this house when you’re not there
Now I don’t know which way we’re going
Back into the arms of the only man I love
Or into this empty bed
With your name inside my head
I don’t know
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Cable Knit Bitch
04:42
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Cable-Knit Bitch at the deli counter
Suburban mom and stand your ground—her
Highlighted hair is falling out in clumps
And she’s craving a bump
Miss burger queen of 1989
Prim and pristine—she’s chasing empty time
She loves her husband but she’s falling out real quick
Barbiturate goddess on a menthol kick
Cancer walk winner, she’s live-laugh-and-loving life
Mood shifts on ice to get her through the night
Red carpet dreams strangled into a mini van
Day dream night sailing on some Ativan
Martinis shaken but she’s stirred up at the front desk
Where is your manager, you fucking ungrateful bitch!
She’s copacetic and she’s on a 3 month long cleanse
Of diet soda and stale Parliaments
Dianetics, psychedelics, and selfish acts
Abomination-'carceration and anti vaxx
And the mothership is sailing
Main systems starting, failing
Her life is leaving and it’s going
It’s gone for good
And with emotions railing
Old memories unveiling
A life in rewind never looks as
Good as it should
Never looks as good as it should
Never looks as good as it should
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