调：G minor•
Verse 1
her pony foe hands twist
of mystery and myth
Knuckles nudge the bellies
of balconies defined
By their wrought iron fence of stain,
Scrabble acts of chess, made luscious,
bridge cross, or bid
Mardi
Gras for the dead
She drives some vulgar lovers to her ranch,
I didn't stop to sing
C
Gm
But they're too lost in their own frenzy
and they cannot hear a thing
F
Lucky
All the night is wailing with
a heart she can't refute
it like stubborn trumpet mutes
You can hear her nails rattle across
the concrete as she comes
Like a middle finger pick up on a white
Serpentine,
she slithers through the dead city paths
Splits her grey tongue in and out of
the greys that have coalesced
She may hover above the ground,
but when she touches down
She stops being a caddy's of the downtown
C
Bb
C
Boy, don't you walk up,
F
Gm
Below, and she lives right on this street
You're in
New
A
D
Gm
I'm just pissy if you're lost there in the fog
Gm
Gm
I'll
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