Stephen Malkmus and the Jicks - Cold Son lyrics

At the center where they go on weekdays It takes hours just to slate that thirst Heavy heels and a daunting post rate Bad idea for your blistered toast To my will well you're getting close So say adios The conjecture is reject the rose Don't stay high on a abuse Sometimes it feels like the world's stuffed with feathers Table bottom gum holding it together A Cold Son I am A Cold Son You can chase it but it won't come easy It's a revelry so silver quick It gets solid when you're old and hazy Takes no leverage to make me click To my will well you're getting close The tension goes Defy conjecture and reject the rose Don't stay high on abuse Who is that said the world is my oyster I feel like a nempho trapped in a cloister A cold son I am A cold son Face plant stumble ahead Victim of your rival pretensions know me Face plant stumble ahead Rival to the bitter pretensions know me Cold son I am Cold son