Carl Solomon Blues Lyrics - Drunk Like The Bible Times - Dear And The Headlights

"Backwash districts sprung from Ra's bright hips 

Reduced to silkscreen hand job new car ego trips 

And it's just endless combinations of the same old shit 

Sloshing back and forth across some continents" 

All that talking it ain't got no use when it's just mal-digestion that's been haunting you 

Along with reflux opinions from your ulcer moods 

You're just a litany of horrors like the evening news but 

Off somewhere in a New York flat, benzedrine derailed rants of immeasurable frenetic praise 

That cauterize before they save 

All the truth now in how you're lying there 

Shoulder bladed nightmare rug pulled from your feet 

All the truth now in how you're lying there in 

Angelheaded elsewhere so markedly meek 

Slapped like a has been by syntactic gods 

whom which the help you find your glasses but not your lower jaw 

And you don't want to look surprised but you're in constant AHHH! 

Ain't no fig leaf big enough to hide your dicktion flaws now 

Teeming pools of alphabetic shame that spit out 

Infinitely indolent verbs across your page 

Who dig their cloddish claws instantly into some nouns legs 

if once your manuscript just limped now it's become quite lame but 

Off somewhere in New York flat, they don't deal with things like that, just 

immeasurable frenetic praise that cauterizes as it saves 

All the truth now in how you're lying there 

shoulder bladed nightmare rug pulled from your feet 

All the truth now in how you're lying there in 

angelheaded elsewhere so markedly meek 

All the truth now in how you're lying there 

shoulder bladed nightmare rug pulled from your feet 

All the truth now in how you're lying there in 

angelheaded elsewhere for the past six weeks