Down To This

 Tác giả : Soul Coughing

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You get the ankles
And i get the wrists.
You get the ankles
And i get the wrists.
You get the ankles
And i get the wrists.
You come down to this.

Nerves are up
And the eyes all screwy
Blood like a panful
Of boiling ratatouille

Hang from the axles of a box car
Follow the dotted line
Like a steer to chicago
To the hooks of the chicago man

I get all tripped up
My eyes turn to water
Rug burns from a shag rug
Struck dumb in the presence
Polyester burns from a jacket
Rub the skin thin
Break down in a diner
Then i pay the bill

Cashier toothpick stuck in the ground
Tiny lawnmower to mow me down
I could get lost in a lunchbox
Lie low in the mittens in the lost and found

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