Irish Goodbye Frog
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No, it's not a shock exactly, mom
It's just that every single block of 7th avenue yawns out before me like its trying to talk
There's a grainy video that's playin' back at 10 frames a second and she takes her things, unplugs her fan, Sinatra screams over the band, he doesn't wanna hear about it
Nothing's gonna coil down
Fuck this shit, I'm Florida bound
And I live in every Jersey town
That hugs the turnpike on the way down
It's an Irish goodbye
When you don't ask why
You just swallow your pride
And you walk outside
Wanna put both hands on the yellow line
And I wanna pull down the i-95
Hand over hand till the Florida vines and the emo bands are all in sight
There's a thousands visions of PA kitchens, and little fences to keep out pigeons, and open fridges, and TVs that you pull a knob to turn on
Nothing's gonna coil down
Fuck this shit, I'm Florida bound
And I live in every jersey town
That hugs the turnpike on the way down
It's an Irish goodbye
When you don't ask why
You just swallow your pride
And you walk outside
It's just that every single block of 7th avenue yawns out before me like its trying to talk
There's a grainy video that's playin' back at 10 frames a second and she takes her things, unplugs her fan, Sinatra screams over the band, he doesn't wanna hear about it
Nothing's gonna coil down
Fuck this shit, I'm Florida bound
And I live in every Jersey town
That hugs the turnpike on the way down
It's an Irish goodbye
When you don't ask why
You just swallow your pride
And you walk outside
Wanna put both hands on the yellow line
And I wanna pull down the i-95
Hand over hand till the Florida vines and the emo bands are all in sight
There's a thousands visions of PA kitchens, and little fences to keep out pigeons, and open fridges, and TVs that you pull a knob to turn on
Nothing's gonna coil down
Fuck this shit, I'm Florida bound
And I live in every jersey town
That hugs the turnpike on the way down
It's an Irish goodbye
When you don't ask why
You just swallow your pride
And you walk outside
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