The Cardboard City - Clumsy Country Heat lyrics

Since I was too young to walk for myself I left the business up to someone else who was close to me But here I'm shelving memories, and lo, there comes a car With a man, says the land isn't mine anymore I thwart him with my charging words and he recoils hard In the yard the townspeople are gathering and noise Someone raises energy suggesting toward the grave For the man who will die for the profits he saved They told him not that the Midwest holds an arm With a finger in the charming nose of lots of secret senators The congregation has ordained me as its latest member I am sad, but I see that the corn looks good Don't know why there's no sun in my broken morning coffee cup The Lord is splayed across the states to where I've never been So in time, so in time I'll be flatter than a blank-faced farce The charity I have withdrawn has stunk me like a sore There's ice on your tongue, maybe slip your toes into some salsa Coal is easy found and not that hard to s** it up Think of falling gla** from a broken window on the moon With a man tangled up in the boardroom down the hall Don't think twice, have a look; listen for a flower blooming shut I am wise, so I am, kick me through to baggage claim Be a good one and arrest a quota of the finest sky Love is easy to explain, to explain, to explain Since I am too young to talk with authority Since I am too old to have ever been a child Since I am an interstate and oddly short and roundly wide Send the gods to bless me when I'm two years old Painted eyes and reflected in the shingles of a soundless roof Let him in to stay but knock his knees off at the door Styrofoam of ancient times enumerates the missing mind Close the door to keep away the clumsy country heat Crying now, hope is good, left alone to age and spoil Get it while it's going, gotten, more for me and you too Samples of a downer called tomorrow play on HBO Love is easy to explain, burn your brain Godly women of miscounted penalty for tired eyes Relapse into sanctifying everything with school colors Don't think twice, leave it up to me, my little poundcake Yellow air can still the best from overactive blood If I were a train or I was a mudslide on your face I would not feel shame for my ill-begotten line of work For in time, you should know that snow can burn as well as light Light from Chicago, light from Ohio Sentence comes in heavy drops off Empire State refineries Deromanticizing dirt and wearing suede headgear Thrown out floating on the ocean waving to the angelnauts Who remind me with a finger pointing at their feet Keeps a-raining all the time, shake me up and go to hell again Carpet suits you nicely like sungla**es on a sheep Haven't thought of a shower in at least a half a day or more Growing season's over now and I can go to sleep Howard is the father's name of someone who was my best friend When I was in second grade and thought I was from outer space Once we buried j**elry in my backyard and we never found it My neighbor's ear rings painfully alive