Delta Blues
We are a country of tards Confederate flags in Connecticut yards Plantations fashioned from Acropolis shards Breed'em big but teaching'em backwards In the minibar backrooms charged to the cards Of our skyscraper friends and their ten-acre bards Oh haymaker guards are making us shakers If I swallow my tongue, promise you'll take her home If you're alright to drive I'm getting gone in waterfront bars And I hope I die before I see her alive We are a country of geniuses Ill-advised haircuts and nicknamed penises We became dull to null all our squeamishness Buffing the souls in need of a cleaning When she was sixteen she was the queen of this Agrarian dream, what I nice scene it is Scenery burns in the summer winds We're tossing our sins in recycling bins tonight Like the night that you kissed I'm dredging silt in waterfront fields And I hope you both forget that I exist This river will cover the city where the three of us lived This river will cover the city where the three of us lived I don't want your pity, it's not yours to give I'm installing my gunrack I want my country back |