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Pink-slips Lyrics - The Silver Gymnasium - Okkervil River

Three brides before breakfast 

These rails just wrecked us 

My right hand on my heart 

While my left hand snaps your necklace 

 

Each day gets a little more scary 

We're holding on, in a way, but just barely 

Moms and Dads are rationing their cash for the commissary 

But I can't stop without going all the way 

It's a habit someone gave me 

The nursemaid of the blank page 

A canary of the American eclipse 

A profiteer picking up pink slips 

 

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This wish just to go back, hey 

When I know wasn't ever, ever happy 

Show me my best memory, it's probably super crappy 

Nine years down in Texas 

With sluts of both sexes 

Liars, lumps, and drug addicts, and drunks; I love my friends 

But I can't stop without going all the way 

And I've been that way since '83 

The midwife of the jetlife 

Or a genie with a golden spliff 

A prostitute paid in pink slips 

 

I crashed my Cadillac in the valley of mirrors 

When the call came, there was nobody here 

When they came from the communists, I kissed them on the lips 

Then they came for the singers, in a haze of pink slips 

 

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I guess I was just dreaming and drifting 

Or I was artificially lifted 

Only happy until the age of 10 is still a gift 

But we can't go back to those 227 days 

It's just a dream we all were having 

Hey, mariner in the dirt trade 

Oh, postman of the post-apocalypse 

- from Academy Awards to pink slips! 

 

And I showered my Corvette with Moët for years 

Now I'm standing in the rain drinking the champagne of beers 

They say, "Who's that shadow sneaking off behind the pier? 

He was rushed and then he was rattled, but now he's finally in the clear 

To be a refugee from the rat race 

In his white tuxedo and his sad-face 

A music group that your dad plays, singing songs about autumn days 

He's the laureate of the Granite State 

Now he doesn't even write, he just riffs 

And they'll cover up his coffin with pink slips." 

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