Like a red state's Baptist fervor.
Like a small town's unsolved murder.
Some secrets are just best resting in the tombs of buried thought-slums.
As for Texas: donuts only - you cannot find bagels here.
And I'll reserve my highest Hosannas
For the communion song that served with light beer,
And a chorus that inspires the score played in my myth-steeped years.
"There's a hole you shan't fall into,"
Sang the church choir's young male leeds,
In our home team's jersey robes sewn by our sisters, moms and nieces.
This you gave us, although worthless, fed five decades' dormant hustle.
In result, his life was rubbish.
Celebrated? Yes, but rubbish.
Writer(s): Andrew Christopher Savage
Copyright: Universal Music Publishing Pgm Ltd.
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|1||Master of My Craft|
|4||Yr No Stoner|
|5||Yonder Is Closer To the Heart|
|6||Careers in Combat|
|7||Light Up Gold I|
|8||Light Up Gold II|
|10||Stoned and Starving|
|12||Caster of Worthless Spells|
|14||Tears O Plenty|
|15||Picture of Health|
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|Parquet Courts - Light Up Gold Album Lyrics|
|1.||Master of My Craft|
|4.||Yr No Stoner|
|5.||Yonder Is Closer To the Heart|
|6.||Careers in Combat|
|7.||Light Up Gold I|
|8.||Light Up Gold II|
|10.||Stoned and Starving|
|12.||Caster of Worthless Spells|
|14.||Tears O Plenty|
|15.||Picture of Health|
|2||Smart Aleck Kid|
|3||He's Seeing Paths|
|4||Fall On Yr Face|
|5||The More It Works|
|6||Descend (The Way)|