lirik american mouth
I was a quick-wit boy, diving too deep for coins All of your street light eyes wide on my
plastic toys Then when the cops closed the fair, I cut my long baby hair Stole
me a dog-eared map and called for you everywhere
Have I found you Flightless bird, jealous, weeping or lost you, american mouth Big pill looming
Now I'm a fat house cat Nursing my sore blunt tongueWatching the warm
poison rats curl through the wide fence cracks Pissing on magazine
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