I got string in my pocket
It holds things I forget
Deep down digging sometimes gets to me
My wallet is soaking wet
The screeching rises like a chain
Throw it in with a clang and a bang
She knew she was flower skirt pretty at night
On the bus ears are all sharpened
The cracked cement sky is a tomb
Christmas rushes washing dishes
Wrinkled eyes for the bride and groom
She hardly spoke any English
But they got along alright
He knew she was flower skirt pretty at night
He tries not to be a cynic
Knows there’s nothing funny in it
Deadwood submarines under bridges
Sunglasses for nine ninety-nine
The prices all have gone up
They’ll sleep on the river bank
Who would see she was flower skirt pretty at night
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