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Jets to Brazil - Crown of the Valley lyrics
we are the high street service trays coming to take you away pasadena 1968 with speed on your breakfast plate aunt cancer calls them happy pills they keep her calm and cool until he leaves the moccasin skin obsession leather thigh white tennis skirt so high the eyes of mine are new and kind but the hair's not grey, it's white and grandfather's an ascot noose can't tie the tassels on his shoes leave me these are the red-eyed politics the cocktail revisionists war room rules: no wives or kids here men sing the boy in them the hedge casts heroes late across our lawn the valley hunt militiamen, all gone thought we had the lock in '54 now the maid owns the house next door and what's more swims in the pool she used to clean our new king looks like a queen leave me oh god stop tearing off the roof of my experimental bathroom it's the only thing that's halfway mine and not for your prying and lying eyes the empire's melting like ice cream on the altar of the sun this skin we've stretched for centuries it's faded, it's fraying, it's meaningless to me |
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