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1. _ All Points North
Let's join the new teens
Yeah let's join their army
And hang out at bus stops
Swapping high school stories
Scare away travelers
Chain smoke and laugh all day (a-ay)
Go away to college
Skip class and fuck all day
Praise west pitsfield for bein' yeah just breathin'
Pretend they love us just about as much as we love them
I'm tired of waitin'
Come on let's go
I'm tired of sayin'
Come on let's go
Hey hey
Let's get trapped under the ice
Yeah we'll brag to our best friends
Play tag with the sea life
We make a lot of new friends
And we'll become folk legends, hurray
Let's get your dad drunk
So he can embarrass you with
Stories about young whores
Business trips hey business is good
We'll disagree about nothin'
Then we'll kiss
Yeah blame it on beer
Snow cones and shivers
So much fun we forgot to leave
I'm tired of waitin' come on let's go
I'm tired of sayin' come on let's go
Hey hey
Let's visit your unwed moms
We'll dance to some new wave songs
And you've known each other all the while
Because we made a lot of new friends
But we'll still cry ourselves to sleep
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2. _ Score from Augusta
Aah Aah
The room wallpapered with pages of your letters that you once sent (you once sent)
And wrestled with their bodies that wash like untamed rivers against your shore (against your shore)
And armies wait in their secret places that gently twist around your bed
The south will be spared
Bullets flying fast from her eyes
With Confederate fire
Aah Aah
They etch our names in candles
They're heart-shaped and they flicker
Inside our chests (in our chests)
And ghosts of our brethren
Speak tales which are hidden
Much like ours (much like ours)
Of brothers fighting
Of holy fields
Where their new loves come
And their old loves go
And they just wilt
Like Spanish moss with dew in their eyes
Tears for our Lord
And for the ones he spares
When they've lost their way it's off-off-off with their heads
And the whores he loves
And the lepers he claims that he can cure
Can not compete
With those humid summer days that we would share
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3. _ Maroon Bible
its nine eighteen yeah its coffee colored evening
the headlights spin shadows on the ceiling
and i'm left here with the gideon bible
long strands of her hair trickle down the bed
in my soul there's a little alaska
its eighty below and its dropping
sweet ecclesiastes won't you preach to me
corner store assassin with the block nineteen
coffee makes my hand shake i'm a frightened boy
if i was jack the ripper would you still kiss me
she's smooth like the girl with the leather like binding
fall into the snow yeah you make a little angel
and i read straight through the book of revelation
saw the astronauts on tv jumpin' on the moon
and all the horses that i bet on
are lame and shot through the head
sweet ecclesiastes won't you preach to me
corner store assassin with the block nineteen
coffee makes my hand shake i'm a frightened boy
if i were jack the ripper would you still kiss me
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