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Kristin Hersh
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Gut Pageant
Lyricist:Kristin Hersh
That fine fever brought us here, lambasted eyeballs When we kiss the dirt, the orchids laugh
What a gut pageant, we could play for hours What a gut pageant, meat for the flowers
You break out of a paper bag and wake up on the street Just kidding, you don't have to go I asked him, 'Why the grass is blue and stray boys don't go home?' 'Why four a.m.'s so screwy?' He says, 'Sleep through it'
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Not too special not too strange just the way I like them You find an empty promise and stick by it Not too pretty, not too sweet, just the way I like you When you kiss the dirt, the orchids laugh harder than me
Tell me another one, I could sit for hours When anyone laughs, I know I'm a coward What a gut pageant, we could play for hours When we kiss the dirt, the orchids laugh harder than me
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