Slate Lyrics - Singles - Uncle Tupelo

A worn out joke to keep the flies away carried it this far 

The west side winds to keep it steady 

Bury the hatchets we find could carry that heavy load 

If I really thought it would matter farcical hair appears 

As a blind side, clean the slate working in the halls of shame 

Lay it down in full view, lay it down 

What the Hell were we thinking before the fire burned out? 

I can't find you now and I didn't know you then 

Loneliness drinks the bitters till the cold winds warm again 

It's a feel for the game mouth open wide 

Screams and hollers working in the halls of shame 

Lay it down in full view, lay it down 

I gambled once and won, never made a dollar and beauty fades to gray 

And I pray the very best will guard her and provide the way it's a telltale sign 

When it's chairs up, and time to go working in the halls of shame 

Lay it down in full view, lay it down