Tom Catmull and the Clerics: noise and words

Don't let her get down(live on KUFM)

(Tom Catmull)

I left my jacket on a bar stool
cursed the darkness when the wind blew
cursed the smoke and the doormans name that mostly, I forgot
At 9:30 Im a four count
At 1:30 I'm a light switch
and its in between it seems that mostly I am not

Don't let her get down
Don't let her get down
Don't let the scent of your foolhardy get around
Don't let her get down
Don't let her get down
Cause you ain't foolin' anybody in this town

You liken it to painting
an artsy turtle-neckin saint and
a little habit that you just can't do without
but this morning brings you coal black
with a touch of white to pull the bite back
and a little cane to help you walk on by your sturdy little doubts

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There was a tale about an oilman
beggin for change with just a coke can
christians christians everywhere but no coin fittin in
He spent his tender in his youth now
and dresses bullshit up as truth how
if a right had turn will make you old, your still left with turns to make you thin

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