[Verse 1]
Ragged-Robins for the curtain call
Wrapped in ribbons on the trailer door
Carved initials in a concrete footstall
On the imitation marble floor
We’re the boxtop admissions and their throwaways
Strewn across tobacco roads
With their wormwood shots and their snake oil plots
Drunk sheepshank con men and their sycophants
[Chorus]
And I, I often wonder if I've already died
[Verse 2]
Out at elbows by the encore
But there’s a citadel inside
Where I’ll go and shape my heart like yours
As you shape yours like mine
Where we’re the spiraling arms of all galaxies
And we’re the microscopic sand
Suffering from delusions of ungrandeur on middling display
Beside the Cardiff giant with the alabaster eyes
[Chorus]
I often wonder if I've already died
I often wonder if I've already died
Ragged-Robins for the curtain call
Wrapped in ribbons on the trailer door
Carved initials in a concrete footstall
On the imitation marble floor
We’re the boxtop admissions and their throwaways
Strewn across tobacco roads
With their wormwood shots and their snake oil plots
Drunk sheepshank con men and their sycophants
[Chorus]
And I, I often wonder if I've already died
[Verse 2]
Out at elbows by the encore
But there’s a citadel inside
Where I’ll go and shape my heart like yours
As you shape yours like mine
Where we’re the spiraling arms of all galaxies
And we’re the microscopic sand
Suffering from delusions of ungrandeur on middling display
Beside the Cardiff giant with the alabaster eyes
[Chorus]
I often wonder if I've already died
I often wonder if I've already died
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