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

Now you got it all wrong
You got it all backwards,
through the exit and exit through the entrance
When you can, seen you consorting with invisible manhole

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

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

For words, words, words
Longings, longings, longings, all in
Just ask vanity, abandoned out in the by the world
proud American

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

In possession of that say
In possession of that say

A southern bunkhouse, skies up above
A kind of of feminine grace
And wit for love these days

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

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

white pillars, Yankee style
All of America loves to lights his
All of America live to light his at night
To which responds, "Free me"

And then lashes his sashes

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

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

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