Poor Places Lyrics - Yankee Hotel Foxtrot - Wilco

It's my father's voice dreaming of 

Sailors sailing off in the morning 

For the air-conditioned rooms 

At the top of the stairs 

His jaw's been broken 

His bandage is wrapped too tight 

His fangs have been pulled 

And I really want to see you tonight 

There's Bourbon on the breath 

Of the singer you love so much 

He takes all his words from the books 

That you don't read anyway 

His jaw's been broken 

His bandage is wrapped too tight 

My fangs have been pulled 

And I really want to see you tonight 

Someone ties a bow 

In my backyard to show me love 

My voice is climbing walls 

Smoking and I want love 

My jaw's been broken 

My heart is wrapped in ice 

My fangs have been pulled 

And I really want to see you tonight 

And it makes no difference to me 

How they cried all over overseas 

It's hot in the poor places tonight 

I'm not going outside 

They cried all over overseas 

It makes no difference to me 

It's hot in the poor places tonight 

I'm not going outside