“Let’s keep it clean”
Said the old paper bag referee
From his new and bold podium

And in the personal space
A line of sight on a giggly girl in a wiggling world
She doesn’t seem to recognize
All the portraits stained with everyday life
She’ll find the proper lies and I will follow

He got a pocket watch
He follow Pigtail Jesus through the parking lot
God damned new machines
Made of broken bats and glossy magazines
But she don’t seem to see

She doesn’t fucking recognize
All the portraits stained with everyday life
She’ll find the proper lies and I will follow

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Words & music by Hofmann / Kiley