Rounder - Cass McCombs

Were a radia gunslung

Were a murdream boys room

On a slight of jadeself

Are you tied of drying, rounder?

Dimed a thousand cycles

Come around to meet we

Holding each folding

How are you keeling, rounder?

Were a rounder, too

Were a rounder, too

Were a rounder, too

Were a rounder, too

Plant a seed to vulture

Damned to returning

Who married the widow

Were a round man turning, rounder?

Hostess of November

Were the horses clodding

On slick embers going

Past the gamblers odding, rounder

Were a rounder, too

Were a rounder, too

Were a rounder, too

Were a rounder, too