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The Odds - Suppertime lyrics
an embarrassment of riches up ahead between the ditches steady on pails of blue grass beads and baubles in the toilets of the supermodels steady on watch what you wish for as someone else pollutes it some see the rarest bird and hunt it down and shoot it let me lose so beautifully let me lick the dew from the money tree have the moms of world all care about me at suppertime the road to wreckage stretches west from survival to excess and beyond from magic beans and golden eggs to swollen livers and tired legs trammel on the breakfast of failures is an unexacting list subtract oppurtunity you can mix it up with your fists let me lose so beautifully let me lick the dew from the money tree have the moms of world all care about me at suppertime let me feel what it's like to have it let me battle all of your rich man's habits let me cry down the front of a smoking jacket after suppertime let me stand hypnotized by what I'm doing smell the orchids by the road to ruin when the heirs are asleep and we think about screwing after suppertime |
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