Robert Pollard - Port Authority lyrics

rate me

I can't know the song of the south

When my needle points north.

The blue south elegant with lovely lake

Eyes in a smiling river on fire look at me

Ape, the tailor whose fine linens he knows

Makes a man out of safety pins

Proud as an Indian

I figure in future years I'll be stained by the tears

Of desperate clinging

Miracle girls commercially perfect

Excel at Port Authority

Shall I run out to meet your hopes

Of liquor, tobacco & chocolate?

Up on chalkleg mirror mountain

Subtle and juicy<br />

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Thanks to razvan