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Kristin Hersh
GUT PAGEANT
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GUT PAGEANT,
Kristin Hersh
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That fine fever brought us here...
lambasted eyeballs...
when we kiss the dirt the orchids laugh...
what a gut pageant, we could play for hours...
what a gut pageant, meat for the flowers...
you break out of a paper bag, and wake up on the street...
just kidding...
you don't have to go...
i asked him why the grass is blue and stray boys don't go home...
why 4 a.m.'s so screwy...
he says "sleep through it"...
what a gut pageant, we could play for hours...
what a gut pageant, meat for the flowers...
not too special not too strange...
just the way i like 'em...
you find an empty promise and stick by it...
not too pretty not too sweet...
just the way i like you...
when you kiss the dirt the orchids laugh harder than me...
tell me another one...
i could sit for hours...
when anyone laughs i know i'm a coward...
when we kiss the dirt the orchids laugh harder than me...
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That fine fever brought us here... lambasted eyeballs... when we kiss the dirt the orchids laugh... what a gut pageant, we could play for hours... what a gut pageant, meat for the flowers... you break out of a paper bag, and wake up on the street... just kidding... you don't have to go... i asked him why the grass is blue and stray boys don't go home... why 4 a.m.'s so screwy... he says "sleep through it"... what a gut pageant, we could play for hours... what a gut pageant, meat for the flowers... not too special not too strange... just the way i like 'em... you find an empty promise and stick by it... not too pretty not too sweet... just the way i like you... when you kiss the dirt the orchids laugh harder than me... tell me another one... i could sit for hours... when anyone laughs i know i'm a coward... when we kiss the dirt the orchids laugh harder than me...
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