Lyrics
Margaret
Freeman
had
a
body
Unlike
any
I'd
seen
It
seemed
to
drip
her
mental
thoughts
Like
much
too
warm
ice
cream
One
day
while
she
washed
the
dishes
In
the
nude
I
saw
How
her
mother's
sodden
ways
Had
rubbed
her
rib
cage
raw
1 Lingering Illusions
2 Hanging by His Habit
3 Freaky Wake
4 Hello Duck Stab
5 Commercial Bells Toll
6 Outro
7 Kick a Picnic
8 Smelly Tongues
9 Moisture
10 Picnic Boy
11 Boo Who?
12 Hanging By His Hair
13 Loss: The Weatherman
14 Death in Barstow
15 Six Things To A Red Bicycle
16 Hard And Tenderly
17 Forty-Four
18 Rest Aria
19 Constantinople
20 Picnic Boy
21 Boo Who'
22 Would We Be Alive
23 Margaret Freeman
24 Floyd
25 Tribal Teddy
26 Burn My Bones
27 Hello Skinny
28 Smelly Tongues
29 Hanging (His Hair
30 The Aging Musician
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