lyrics
Vaseline eyelashes glisten in the sun
Yeah, I'm going natural, I'm coming undone
quarter after five he'll come rolling into town
if he's not on the uppers you know he's on the downers
Hold on, it's going to be a rough ride
He's hanging with the shadows
howling with the wind
his arms are like a seatbelt strapping me in
I was trying to get across town
lost my way and my keys
he pulled up I screamed "Help!"
but it came out "Yes, please."
Hold on, it's going to be a rough ride.
Keeping time with the wreck
keep the beat with the crash
the clouds are all smoke, the rain broken glass
got my heart in my mouth, a club up my sleeve
everyone's royal straight, except him and me
hold it, I raise...
Gooseberries rolling, Chuck Berry makes it ring
got Fats on piano and the cheat's playing me
Hold on, it's going to be a rough ride.
No knife, no gun, they're waiting outside
I'm in a room shaking, no place to hide
cop lights are flashing all around the walls
"Come out with your hands up, or you won't come out at all."
He's nowhere to me found, left in the middle of the night
I should've known that mother fucker would never stay and fight
Ain't no one here but me, and then the shots ring
when I hit the ground, I hear the choir sing
"Oh Mary, bloody Mary, yeah life is but a dream."
I call.
Gooseberries rolling, Chuck Berry makes it ring
got Fats on piano and the cheat's playing me
people clap and sing, they're clowning on their knees
everybody's moving and there's a fine breeze
blowing Miles of trumpet, can you hear them drums build?
Jimmie hits it hard and Bessie moves in for the kill.
Hold on, it's going to be a rough ride.
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EP,
track released January 11, 2011
Aimee Jost
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