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There's a woman hater with a broken record player
And a dusty compass out to map the country's new behavior
Strange words and we all roll back into the river
With brave boys and the empty coats of men
There's a kitchen timer, distractions and reminders
Like a roly-poly slowly crawling across your family china
Strange words and we all roll back into the river
Where dead dogs only want to live again
There's a serpent charmer with a pair of shoes in water
And a speeding ticket you got leading that last lamb to slaughter
Strange words and we all roll back into the river
Where good girls come and kick you in the shin
There's a hopeful hunter with a hapless sense of wonder
And a million claw marks on the rock he hid his money under
Strange words and we all roll back into the river
And made men only want to live again
And a dusty compass out to map the country's new behavior
Strange words and we all roll back into the river
With brave boys and the empty coats of men
There's a kitchen timer, distractions and reminders
Like a roly-poly slowly crawling across your family china
Strange words and we all roll back into the river
Where dead dogs only want to live again
There's a serpent charmer with a pair of shoes in water
And a speeding ticket you got leading that last lamb to slaughter
Strange words and we all roll back into the river
Where good girls come and kick you in the shin
There's a hopeful hunter with a hapless sense of wonder
And a million claw marks on the rock he hid his money under
Strange words and we all roll back into the river
And made men only want to live again
Lyrics submitted by Gonzalesaurus
Track duration: 02:40
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Brave boys = soldiers
Empty coats of men = the bidnessmen that they fight for
The serpent charmer would be the generals leading the lambs (brave boys) to slaughter
Maybe the hunter in the fourth stanza is Cheney?
Can't figure out who the kitchen timer is though...
I know that Mr. Beam's lyrics are always (gloriously) interpretative, but that's what I be interpretating to-nite ya'll!
Fo sho,
Harold
I think it might be how you look back on your life before you die, all the things you wasted time on... and now you wish you could go back and do things differently.