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Malkmus Stephen Real Emotional Trash

At the centre Where they go on weekdays It takes hours Just to slake that thirst Heavy heels And a daunting post rate Bad idea for your Blistered toes

Hopscotch Willie Swore he was framed He was a mark not a killer So he declaimed It was a classic example of a fall guy Facts all point to a skinny white

There's no common goal there's no moral action there's no modern age from which to run away There's no grace in love with a known projection there's

Wicked, wicked Wanda What was it that spawned ya? Who?s responsible for your trash? A pretty little spider With Hollywood inside her And no time to accommodate

I came to call your dare And look you up on all you Claim to want to share Claim to want to share Don?t get into The throng in your head Cause this is