Elliott Smith - Junk Bond Trader

the imitation picks you up
like a habit riding in the glow
of the tv static taking out
the trash to the man
give the people something
they understand
mistake a nervous flash
for a fine line smile junk bond
trader trying to sell a sucker
a stock rich man in a poor
man's clothes the permanent
installment of the daily dose

and you tell me
fool you tell it like
it is your wall's gone wider
than your head trip is checking
into a small reality void
as a drug you take too regularly
the apple needs to laugh
the broken crutch
the first two folded
at the slightest
touch brought down
like an old hotel people
digging through
the rubble for things
they can resell
happy holidays
said sid the saviour
believe in love
i still favour
I won't take your medicine
I don't need a remedy
to be everything
i'm supposed to be
I don't want nobody else
I can do it by myself
we're meant to be together

now i'm a policeman
directing traffic keeping
everything moving
everything static
I'm the hitchhiker
you recognize passing
on your way to some everlasting
better sell it while
you can better
sell it while you can better sell
it while you can better sell
it while you can

Elliott Smith - Junk Bond Trader

Elliott Smith ค้นหา: Elliott Smith