ELLIOTT SMITH - 10.14.99 1 lyrics

rate me

The Kings Crossing was the main attraction

dominoes falling in a chain reaction

the scraping subject, ruled by fear

told me whiskey works better than beer

The judge is on vinyl

desicions are final

and nobody gets a reprieve

and every wave is tidal, if you hang around

you're going to get wet

I cant prepare for death anymore than I already have

All you can do now is watch the shelves

the game looks easy, thats why it sells

Frustrated fireworks inside your head

are gonna stand and deliver

talk instead

the method acting that pays my bills

keeps the fat man feeding in beverly hills

I've got a heavy metal mouth

that hurls obscenity

and I get my check from the trash treasury

because I took my own insides out

It doesnt matter cause I have no sex life

and all I want to do now is inject my ex wife

Ive seen the movie and I know what happens

Its christmas time and the needles on the tree

a skinny santa is bringing something to me

His voice is overwhelming

His speech is slurred

and I only understand

Every other word

Open your parachute and grab your gun

falling down like an omen

a setting sun

read the part where we turn out fine

its a hell of a role

If you can keep it alive

and I dont care if I fuck up

Im going on a date with a rich white lady

Aint life great?

Give me one good reason not to do it

Cause I'll do it

So this is the place where time reverses

and dead men talk to all the pretty nurses

instruments shine on a silver tray

don't let me get carried away

don't let me get carried away

don't let me be carried away...