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[ti:Pink-Slips]
[ar:Okkervil River]
[al:The Silver Gymnasium]
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[00:00.000]Pink-Slips - Okkervil River
[00:12.608]Three brides before breakfast
[00:15.490]These rails just wrecked us
[00:18.126]My right hand on my heart
[00:19.832]While my left hand snaps your necklace
[00:24.396]Each day gets a little more scary
[00:26.816]We're holding on in a way
[00:28.879]But just barely
[00:29.861]Moms and Dads are rationing their cash
[00:32.941]For the commissary
[00:35.546]But I can't start without going
[00:39.922]All the way - it's a habit someone gave me
[00:47.623]The nursemaid of the blank page
[00:49.833]A canary of the American eclipse
[00:52.754]A profiteer picking up pink slips
[01:08.119]This wish just to go back hey
[01:10.863]When I know wasn't ever ever happy
[01:13.452]Show me my best memory - it's probably super crappy
[01:19.749]Nine years down in Texas with sluts of both sexes
[01:25.344]Liars lumps and ** addicts and drunks;
[01:29.136]I love my friends
[01:30.840]But I can't stop without going all the way a
[01:39.481]Nd I've been that way since '83
[01:42.482]The midwife of the jetlife
[01:45.716]Oh genie with a golden spliff
[01:48.341]A prostitute paid in pink slips
[01:57.469]I crashed my Cadillac in the valley of mirrors
[02:00.345]When the call came there was nobody here
[02:03.048]When they came from the communists
[02:04.673]I kissed them on the lips
[02:06.003]Then they came for the singers
[02:07.564]In a haze of pink slips
[02:26.303]I guess I was just dreaming and drifting
[02:30.221]I guess I was artificially lifted
[02:32.382]Only happy until the age of ten is still a gift
[02:37.964]But we can't go back to those"227" days
[02:46.248]It's just a dream we all were having
[02:49.952]Hey mariner in the dirt trade Oh
[02:53.264]Postman of the post-apocalypse - from Academy Awards to pink slips
[03:03.255]And I showered my Corvette with Moët for years
[03:06.006]But now I'm standing in the rain
[03:07.272]Drinking the champagne of beers
[03:08.668]They say"Who's that shadow sneaking off behind the pier
[03:12.172]He was rushed and then he was rattled
[03:13.543]But now he's finally in the clear
[03:15.176]To be a refugee from the rat race
[03:17.460]In his white tuxedo and his sad-face
[03:20.930]A music group that your dad plays
[03:23.742]Singing songs about autumn days
[03:26.822]He's the laureate of the Granite State
[03:29.200]And now he doesn't even write
[03:30.436]He just riffs
[03:31.942]And they'll cover up his coffin with pink slips"