Shoot The Singer (1 Sick Verse) - Pavement

Someone took in these pants

Somebody painted over paint

Painted wood

And where he stood, no one stands

It’s been said he’s sitting now

In the churning land

Well, I’ve seen saints, but remember

That I forgot to flag 'em down

When they passed

And in the morning light

You hold that ashtray tight

You could put it out

But I can’t put it out

My hands shook, down and out

I’ve got the blisters of the world

World new

I name the book after you

So look up and watch the camera lens

When the risers fade

Slow it down!

Song is sacred!

And brother, you’re a hunter

And you’re right at home

And in the morning light

I’ll hold my ashtray tight

I could take it down

And you can’t take it down

La-da-da-da-da-da-da (4x, etc.)

Don’t expect (7x)