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String Of Pearls Lyrics - Black Gold: The Best Of Soul Asylum - Soul Asylum

She swings the string of pearls on the corner 

The street lights reflect the light in the water 

The string it snaps and the pearls go sailing 

And they splash and bounce and roll 'cross the wet street 

 

As she bends to chase the pearls, a car swings 'round the corner 

She darts from the eyes of the panics truck driver 

Who's racing to the delivery room 

'Cause in the back seat his wife is busting out of her womb 

 

And the sack breaks and out come 

The Siamese Twins 

Who grow up to become the first President 

With two heads, are better than one 

 

He puts his heads in his hands 

Says I got to put my heads together 

I can become the best President ever 

And not just President, fend for yourself 

 

Signs his name, takes the blame 

For all of the names with no shame 

In their beliefs, they adjourn and they leave and in walks a man 

With a broom and a knife and blood on his hands 

 

And he sweeps everything under the rug 

And goes home to his kids and gives them a hug 

But his wife was not there, she had just left a letter 

That said, "You'd be much better off without me" 

 

Now his wife took the train to her ex-lover's funeral 

Who died in the bathroom, hit his head on a urinal 

When they got together, the knowledge was carnal 

And the widow was at the funeral and they had quite a cat fight 

 

And they fell into the hole where the casket was resting 

And the preacher just left in the middle of the service 

'Cause death was one thing but women made him nervous 

And he ran to his car and he drove 'round the corner 

 

Then something in the street caught the light in his eye 

He pulled over, reached down and picked up a pearl from the gutter 

And he didn't know what to think 

And he brought it home and washed it in the sink 

 

And he gave the pearl to Sister Mary Teresa 

Who could not accept it so she gave it to Lisa 

A young prostitute who was missing a pearl 

On the necklace that broke late last night 

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