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the pseudonyms - yardsale capital of the world lyrics

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verse:
barreling down guadalupe
in an eighties vw bus
102 degrees in the afternoon
pumping out audiosilk
on the cassette+player

chorus:
the asphalt is dancing
& melting into the sky
my baby is sweating & smiling
wrenching the steering+wheel
w/her wiry hands, while
she stains the road at
forty+miles+an+hour

middle eight:
my eyes are open
for curbside+treasures
but all i can find is
consumer+trash
gutters fill w/car+wash water
& the sky slowly turns
smog+grey & dirty+blue

refrain:
every sat+rday
the nickel+&+dime hounds
empty out their garages
& sit around in
cut+offs & sundresses
bartering over pennies
as the heat becomes weary
bridge:
they will retire into their televisions
answer their telephones
& call it a day
but first, they look to sell me
the head of a babydoll
& their dead grandmother’s
medicine+cabinet

coda:
the head of a babydoll
& their dead grandmother’s
medicine+cabinet
the head of a babydoll
& their dead grandmother’s
medicine+cabinet
the head of a babydoll
& their dead grandmother’s
medicine+cabinet
the head of a babydoll
& their dead grandmother’s
medicine+cabinet

- the pseudonyms lyrics

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