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the hill country devil - restaurant rat lyrics

well, i’m a feeder on the bottom
i say smoke ’em if you got ’em
the illusion of perfection, sleight of hand, and misdirection
on the curvature on the columns
i’m the song that the sirens are singing
i’m the gloves that left your ears ringing
i’m a stain along a dipstick and a hog dressed up with lipstick
i’m the come+down that the morning’s bringing

there ain’t no saving face
on this rock here in outer sp+ce
but you can polish a t+rd with a brush in a word
everything’s got its place
so i keep losing weight
and being sick and pale
then getting fat like a restaurant rat
when they throw my ass in jail

well, i’m a grower not a shower
i’m the maidenhood that hardly had known her
and i’m a fire on the freeway, i’m the lights that clog up bee caves
i’m a stone wrecking up your mower
oh buddy, i’m your writing when it’s lagging
hey, f+ck it, i’m the mummer’s dragon
georgie add another page, i’ll slap an f and call me faegon
i’m just dying to know what happened
there ain’t no saving face
on this rock here in outer sp+ce
but you can polish a t+rd with a brush in a word
everything’s got its place
so i keep losing weight
being sick and pale
then getting fat like a restaurant rat
till they throw my ass in jail
and i’ll keep losing weight
being sick and pale
then getting fat like a restaurant rat
when they throw my ass in jail

- the hill country devil lyrics

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