The Odds - Suppertime lyrics

rate me

an embarrassment of riches

up ahead between the ditches

steady on

pails of blue grass beads and baubles

in the toilets of the supermodels

steady on

watch what you wish for

as someone else pollutes it

some see the rarest bird

and hunt it down and shoot it

let me lose so beautifully

let me lick the dew from the money tree

have the moms of world all care about me

at suppertime

the road to wreckage stretches west

from survival to excess

and beyond

from magic beans and golden eggs

to swollen livers and tired legs

trammel on

the breakfast of failures

is an unexacting list

subtract oppurtunity

you can mix it up with your fists

let me lose so beautifully

let me lick the dew from the money tree

have the moms of world all care about me

at suppertime

let me feel what it's like to have it

let me battle all of your rich man's habits

let me cry down the front of a smoking jacket

after suppertime

let me stand hypnotized by what I'm doing

smell the orchids by the road to ruin

when the heirs are asleep and we think about screwing

after suppertime