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Egyptian Cowboy Lyrics - Kill - Electric Six

Strange raves on a Detroit bridge 

I was reaching for the rhythm but it's out of reach 

She was talking to the Buick 

She was cutting the tequila with bleach 

And she said to me 

 

There's no such thing as an Egyptian cowboy 

Your pretty haircut can't help you now, boy 

There's nothing we can do for you unless you're willing to kill 

Hey, come on and kill. 

 

I think this city could have used a woman's touch 

As I'm wading through the toxic waste and such 

Cuz everybody here said I won't amount to much 

Everybody here said I won't amount to much 

When I go from point A to point B I want thrills and 

Chills and blood to spill 

 

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But there's never any people on the people mover - 

Public transit equivalent of Herbert Hoover 

You're never gonna get anywhere because you're standing still 

Standing still! 

 

These songs don't write themselves 

I've got a music workshop run by elves 

Making dozens of records by the twelves 

Stocking our product on Ikea shelves 

 

Let me state 

My state of mind, mind, mind 

Is just fine. 

 

Baby, that's the sound of the years going by 

You can find me on the same bar stool just waiting to die. 

Three cheers to me, here's mud in your eye. 

I said, "Cheers to me, here's mud in your eye" 

She came to close out my tab, so I was troubled and she took a stab 

And she said to me 

 

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There's no such thing as an electric tuba 

The Detroit River's not a good place to scuba 

The only reason you're here today is cuz we need you to kill 

Yeah, kill! 

 

My songs are tasty pies, 

Fresh oven-baked and filled with lies 

Gobbled up by the dozen by Neanderthal guys 

Inhaling the aroma of Canadian lies 

Oh my, why you got quite a lot of problems, don't you? 

 

Shake that tambourine! 

Shake that shaker machine! 

Shake it, low. 

Shake it, high. 

Shake it. 

Shake it. 

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