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The Ike Reilly Assassination
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Garbage Day
Hey now, whatcha gonna do When I come back to you? When I come back to you Will you be sorry? Hey now, everyone I meet Makes me think of you Makes me think of you And I get so lonely
We took an off-ramp to a bluegrass jamboree Just to kill some time and maybe get a drink Heard that sweet harmony and it made me feel blue Made me think of you And I got so lonely
Later that day, we came upon an execution Like a carnival of death with protest and confusion I met a girl from the college in the crowd She dropped her shoes when she bent down It made me feel more all alone
Hey now, whatcha gonna do When I come back to you? When I come back to you Will you be sorry? Hey now, everyone I meet Makes me think of you Makes me think of you And I get so lonely
Well, I believe you when you say That I'll be judged on garbage day Baby, you've been on my mind
Halloween night at the Claremont in Atlanta A strip joint in the basement of a transient hotel Dressed up there as rock stars Neil Diamond on the dance floor And the limpest biscuit of them all Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com Was money at the door And the girl with the anger Whose costume was familiar Her posture, it was brilliant And I recognized her shoes I recognized her shoes She was dressed up just as you To me she looked like you and I got lonely
Where the red bulls run And the vodkas come I laughed to myself I'd come undone I got burned out in the sun Sleeping off my lonely
Hey now I can't tell the buildings from the people The strangers from the steeples My anger from my friends I soaked here in the juices And beat up on the Stooges Who're singing in my head 'Why can't we all just get along?'
Hey now, whatcha gonna do When I come back to you? When I come back to you Will you be sorry? Hey now, everyone I meet Makes me think of you Makes me think of you And I get so lonely
Well, I believe you when you say That I'll be judged on garbage day Baby, you've been on my mind
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