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Cold War Kids Robbers Cowards

Backseat of your family station wagon Listenin' to mom 100 years of solitude and only 12 years old God make up your mind God make up your mind Do you

He pours the wine into his coffee cup His gin has dropped It's time to pick it up Too fed, he rose out of his bus and left Tearin' slow he's barkin'

Speak about Greenly now that she's gone take my time when I go to bed and I sleep, Lord I'm getting over rolling over I said can you just wait to tell

I kissed the kids at noon then stumbled out the room I caught a cab ran up a tab on 7th and flower best recital I had to ruin missed my son's graduation

Supper time in the hole. supper time in the hole. shame my family, shame my home. supper time.. old st. john on death row, he's just waiting for

Slither to sea speakin' in tongues Deft as a surgeon's knife Carvin' through bone Pregnant with doubt You figured out Tricks of the trade to make whispers