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Salt in the sorrow and the sugar blooms
Consign yer bags to the hand of doom
Slick as death the velvet pistol starts
Like fat blood in a dying swimmer's heart
Roll and tumble and lose yer tunes
Life is a junker and a waiting room
Mercy be nimble and grace be slow
Juvenile walk lonesome and talk as low
Low as the fog and the dogs and grass
Weed out yer broken and stay in last
Hands of the sunshine are the hands of gold
Feet in the clay and yer feeling old
Put on yer muddy boots and walk out in the yard
So many things to bury but the ground is hard
Live like a racoon stay up all night
Bind yer worries smokin' and ya hold 'em tight
Roll and tumble and lose yer tunes
Life is a junker and a waiting room
Mercy be nimble and grace rush in
The beginning you bury and you keep the end
Cow Fish Fowl Or Pig [2002]
Ants on the Melon (With Due Regards to Virginia Adair)
Foggy Blossom (Mechanical Bride)
Roll & Tumble