Okkervil River - You Can't Hold The Hand Of A Rock And Roll Man lyrics

rate me

This week's cash for last week's grass your crew collates

While you sit in the van and wait

Gassed and trashed and smashed, your Cad's roasting away

So, on a sunny summer day, or, okay, an August night anyway

And you're living on air, while on the 25th floor up there

They fan a million bucks before your face

Marie's passed out in a chair, with her once-fussed-over hair

All mussed into an I've-just-been-fucked shape

Just an hour before she crashed, all cashed

She said "I'm done with looking back, and you look your age

Which is 47, by the way, and not 28

Fucking let them stare, 'cause at this point I don't care

I have been your bride stripped bare since '98

And our silver screen affair, it weighs less to me than air

It's a gas now, it's a laugh just how far several mil' can take it

This week's fast is last week's flash of interstate

When you starved and never ate

This week's splashed a sickle cast across your face

As you roam on silk, we'll tippy-toe alone through Silver Lake

Us astride a snow white mare

On a non-stop all-night tear

What a ghastly sight you'll smear in every face

In that fat, fur-trimmed affair

That your lawyer lets you wear

You'll destroy your chance to ever get repeatedly engaged