Lyrics Real Emotional Trash - Stephen Malkmus & The Jicks

Takin' out the wife
We're taking out the wife

It's that kind of night
Well everybody talk, everybody listen, nobody breathe
Take the time let him go down
'Cuz daddy's on the run
Daddiy's on the run

The trail has two ruts
One is just a tunnel
The other is funnel to the tune

Easy said but less often done
Point me in the direction
Of your real emotional trash

Abstract citizen
The abstract city-sun

Up to now is done
Never going to stray
Never going to stray
Never going to stray
Take the time let him go down
'Cuz daddy's on the run
Daddy's on the run

And who will get there first?
Should the bubble burst

Easy said but less often done
Point me in the direction
Of your real emotional trash

I traipsed over the Mexican border in a cheap caravan man
Like snake with fibre stuck in my stomach I needed some relief
Made it back to 'frisco in a vanity chest
With two painted ladies under house arrest
So wax up the waxed fruit it time for shine
Its the old fruit that makes wine

Police man police man police man police me

You got no reputation never took a swing
Silent when the hands find out
In the sham marina playing mercy games no time for you bow
Down in sausalito we had clams for desert
He spilt some Chardonnay on your gypsy skirt
Its no more time for apricots he's got to make his own shade

Police man police man police man police me