Dime Fangs - Califone

Out to seed for the slow entire

Can’t wait to lose you now, say grace and roll aside

Gave your lower lip and tried to steal it back

Speeding in your palm all powder, fleece, and tame for you

Lit machines the motor streams

All down your kitchen throat

A fine goodbye again, fell in between the stations

Dime store fangs and dirty wings

Lap dance from the boys choir, one by one

Petticoats and pails, the milk maid up the back seam

Ghosts against your sun drugged horses

It only rains for you

Your name was on the mortar, maced and still amused

A fine goodbye again, fell in between the stations