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[00:37.97]The haze of coffin nails and the scent of liquid nerve
[00:46.69]Swirl through the vacant garden rows
[00:52.46]The verb coils warm as the check, check, checker
[01:02.41]Reigns in his ersatz troubadour clothes
[01:12.66]The ivory is stale as the company
[01:19.53]Chestnut roots and fifths bled dry
[01:26.20]The tired minstrel turns out uninspired words
[01:37.36]Of hope and change and other statist lies
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[02:22.82]Cue the garbled sketch of an overpass arena
[02:31.64]Where Rooster croons for an audience of two
[02:40.25]Passing pairs of headlights make for transient marquees
[02:48.36]And the stars guide his fingers in those rusty twelve-bar blues
[02:56.57]They start with pilfered wives, then slide to maudlin sighs
[03:06.03]For his only son who married a machine
[03:12.16]He flails his head about as his voice grows loud
[03:22.41]But nothing comes to mind for the turnaround
[03:31.81]So he says whoa whoa whoa whoa, don't wanna settle down
[03:40.66]So he says whoa whoa whoa whoa, don't wanna settle down
[03:49.87]So he says whoa whoa whoa whoa, don't wanna settle down
[03:59.37]So he says whoa whoa whoa whoa, don't wanna settle down......
[04:11.13]don't wanna settle down
[04:19.79]don't wanna settle down
[04:28.59]don't wanna settle down......
[04:58.90]Left with the slurred advice "don't depend on anyone,"
[05:07.01]I slowly nod, but purge it from my brain,
[05:15.57]Assure myself that it's too late, it's too late for that
[05:22.59]And hope to all that's holy that won't change