Desperate Times Old 97's
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Last night I dreamt of you, Abbie Hoffman peddling your books
I gave five bucks to you, the other kids just gave you dirty looks
I said "I'm sorry it didn't work out quite the way you planned."
You said, "That's silly boy, the revolution is at hand."
And if you got a ten spot brother, I got a dime
These are desperate, desperate times
Last night I dreamt of you, Pepe Lopez strung out on a stage
It don't even look like you, smiling like sawed-off twenty gauge
I still remember the Telecaster down around your knees
It's late November and I think I smell tequila on the breeze
And if you got the Cuervo honey, I got the lime
These are desperate, desperate times
And if you got the shotgun honey, I got the crime
These are desperate, desperate times
Last night I dreamt of you, Abbie Hoffman peddling your books
I gave five bucks to you, the other kids just gave you dirty looks
I said "I'm sorry it didn't work out quite the way you planned."
You said, "That's silly boy, the revolution is at hand."
And if you got a ten spot brother, I got a dime
These are desperate, desperate times
Last night I dreamt of you, Pepe Lopez strung out on a stage
It don't even look like you, smiling like sawed-off twenty gauge
I still remember the Telecaster down around your knees
It's late November and I think I smell tequila on the breeze
And if you got the Cuervo honey, I got the lime
These are desperate, desperate times
And if you got the shotgun honey, I got the crime
These are desperate, desperate times
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