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Brown paper bag, don't me now, I'm on a roll
brown wrapper in your pocket
Is it still the man
consorting with, woman?

Now that you got it all
You got it all backwards,
Enter through the exit and exit the entrance
When you can, seen you with your invisible manhole

child, you're never gonna make it
New York just wants to see you naked and they will
they'd never say so
Wise, old, black and dead in the snow, my southern

Sister was the name of the band
Flesh and blood, my close at hand
Sister, this is not about me and it's not about you, I
No hard feelings, nothing personal, so sculpture the air

For words, words, words
Longings, longings, longings, all in
Just ask vanity, abandoned out in the rain by the
Another American

And as Americans, we let it slide away
Harmless little
You've got to say yes to another
Let's go for a ride

In of eyes that say
In possession of that say

A southern bunkhouse, blue up above
A of figure of feminine grace
And wit passes for love days

All that slender-wristed, translucent business
Passes for these days
Passion, genius passes for love days

Four more years, four more
Four hundred more years of this shit, it
I look up, I see the North Star, I look up, I see the North
When I look up at the bar these tears

Four white pillars, style
All of America loves to lights his
All of America live to his pipe at night
To Dixie responds, "Free me"

And then lashes his sashes

"Maybe or maybe not forward", she said
"Maybe the seed is sown fast forward", she said
"This has flown south", she said
"Don't talk the South", she said

It's not you, nothing personal, no hard feelings, nothing's there
Soft sculpture rides on the air

Now you got it all wrong
You got it all backwards,
Enter through the exit and exit through the
you can