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    Spit Shine Your Black Clouds

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    Добавлена 25 мая 2013 пользователем Миша

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    You're walking through the forests where they feed the trees broken glass
    John Lennon and the Rolling Stones crooning in plastic bags
    Spit shine your black luck now, baby
    You turn on the radio, the speakers spit tangled talk
    Everything is war and who's fucked their way to the top
    But they'll eat black clouds, we all eat black clouds
    You're working on a cruise serving caviar to the cruel
    They repossessed your heart, you're making payments on your face, too
    Spit shine your black clouds now, baby
    And what if your religion turns out to be a cruel joke, and you're fucked beyond all hope?
    Gonna spit shine your black clouds now, baby
    First you stayed in bed all day and walked around all night
    Then you threw your phone away and slept beneath the freeway underpass
    Your mother slit her throat after your father's heart attack
    And you've got two little sisters still in school
    What'cha gonna do? What'cha gonna do?
    Just sit and watch the ships loading their freight
    And pale pelicans feeding their young and grasp at the barbarically charming sun
    Out on the weekend talked your way out of a first date
    Said your uncle was famous, by then it was too late
    Spit shine your black luck now, baby
    Fall asleep to the TV, the cops are talking tough
    To the cameras in the backseat, to the audience at home
    But they'll eat black clouds, we all eat black clouds
    Once you knew a girl with skin like a sapphire sun
    Took you back to her apartment, told you everything you did wrong
    Spit shine your black luck
    Spit shine your black luck
    The sky's so desolate like flesh on a skull-shaped balloon
    You sit in bed writing love letters to yourself
    No black ink on the black paper, bay
    Stare at the ceiling, fall into dreamless sleep
    Day climbs your chimney, taps you on the shoulder blade
    Spit shine your black clouds now, baby
    All your best friends grow up to be successful actresses
    All your bitter enemies died of liver failure in Kent, Washington trailers
    All your brothers made babies until their brains turned brown
    The world's lounging longways on an unbridled black cloud
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