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Ramshackle

Odelay

Readymade

Odelay

"Rollins Power Sauce"

Stereopathetic Soulmanure

Rowboat

Stereopathetic Soulmanure

Ramshackle

You've been so long

Your blind eyes are gone

Your old bones are on their own

So take off your coat

Put a song in your throat

Let the dead-beats pound all around

We will go

Nowhere we know

We don't have to talk at all

Hand me downs

Flypaper towns

Stuck together

One and all

The bargains you drive

Buckets and bags

And all your belongings

Your train's in the sand

Ramshackle land

Let the rats watch the races

We will go

Nowhere we know

'Til we find our one and all

Hand me downs

Flypaper towns

Stuck together

One and all

Praises get spent

Your trick face is bent

Pigsties and prizes

'Cause there's no kind of 'well'

You're suiting yourself

You leave yourself behind

We will go

Nowhere we know

'Til we find our one and all

Your hand me downs

Flypaper towns

Stuck together

One and all

Readymade

An open road where I can breathe

Where the lowest low is comin to me

I can pull myself back up back down

Stuck together like a readymade

And nobody knows where we been

Cancelled rations are running thin

Watches tick out of tune

Falling apart like a readymade

And my bags are waiting

In the next life

Rubbish piles fresh and plain

Empty boxes in a pawn shop brain

License plates stowaway

Standing in line like a readymade

And my bags are waiting

in the next life

An open road where I can breathe

Where the lowest low is comin to me

I can pull myself back up back down

Stuck together like a readymade

And my bags are waiting

in the next life

Rollins Power Sauce

my throat muscles are completely shredded

You tell no one but Barney [?]

[???]

[???]

Bloody wallet [???]

Put on my clothes [?]

[???]

[???]

And I got no focus

Got no focus...

Oh...

Ow...

[slowed down:] Use the phaser

Rowboat

Rowboat, row me to the shore

She don't wanna be my friend no more

She dug a hole in the bottom of my soul

She don't wanna be my friend no more

Pick me up; gimme some food to eat [?]

In your truck, goin' no place

I'll be home, talkin' to nobody

You'll be strange; you'll be far away

Big fat moon

And my body's out of tune

With the burnin' waves

She's a billion years away

Dog food on the floor

And I been like this before

She is all

And everything else is small

Pick me up; gimme some alcohol

In your truck, playin' the radio

I'll be home with the gasoline

You'll be stoned; you'll be far away

Rowboat, row me to the shore

She don't wanna be my friend no more

She dug a hole in the bottom of my soul

She is all and everything else is small