Текст песни Billie - 2022 Remaster - Pavement

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Billie and my friend the saint
You're perfect in so many ways
But you never looked hard
At a fetus in a jar
You never saw your mama change

And this wonderland of spite
Does not shine into your night
Like widows are seen
As stigmatised beings
Who ought to have second chance
And hurricanes spin
Like debutantes in a trance

Sue the fortune-teller
Rue the rising tide
General Washington
Patented that skull
Throw him out

Ship that hollandaise
Feel the heart fell of touché
See the longer you tease
The stronger the needs
The highs and the fruit are long

Up to the one a kid
Call the bluff when the money's in
You're a hungry matron
And you are just what I need
I was tired of the best years of my life

Sue the fortune-teller
Rue the rising tide
General Washington
Patented that skull
Throw him out