Lambchop The old gold Shoe Lyrics
            The gold stereo
            stretches out the sound
            turns the plates until they're rounded
            the whole that you know
            gets closer to the ground
            closer to that thing you found.
        
            {Chorus :}
            for all our massive brains
            to call on choked remains
            it's painful
            it's certain
            that something's bound to break.
            (inside)
        
            this house is not alone
            I'm kicking 'round here somewhere
            so check behind the ancient speaker
            Like painful southern bliss
            pured upon like caramel
            and garnished with some crushed pecans.
        
            To grow is not to grind
            to mope is not to mind
            the old cap
            the geezer
            the 15 second teaser.
        
            Behold and you know
            everyone's a ringer
            he's not even a very good singer
            The dirt on the tracks
            has hardened into clusters
            earthen legs and honey mustard.
        
            A storm is closing in
            our leaves start to spin
            It's getting
            much later
            I wish I heard your radio.
            (tonight)
        
            the people in the rain
            are staring through our backs
            wishing you had half a brain
            for all our little pain
            tender is the mangle
            the science diet the ivory tangle.
        
            The world goes away
            each every stinking day
            I'm getting
            much better
            this night's little upsetter.
        
            the kids out in the street
            take their toys and break them
            look at them, then walk away
            the guy on the cross
            is holier than I
            but then again he's made from plastic.
        
            {Chorus}
        
            There's cattle tied witha a chain
            Pinch the weeping Willie
            I know it's dumb, but sometimes I'm silly
            I crawl out of the rain.
        
            think of me as fetal
            think of me as the fifth Beatle.
        
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