Hostile, Mass. The Hold Steady
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A knockoff necktie
The way he wore it made it look more like a tourniquet
I looked deep in his eyes
I saw Lynn, Massachussetts
She hung a sleeveless dress up on a sleeved up lifestyle
Girl you gotta cover that
She saw him gushing blood from wide open wounds
And she decided that she loved him
They put the screws into Charlemagne
He had a detox dream, he saw Christ in all his glory
Charlemagne didn't feel any pain
But he's bleeding from the holes in his story
He said, "Hey, my name's Corey, I'm really into hardcore
People call me Hard Corey."
Don't you hate these clever people
And all these clever people parties?
In the park drinking Dark Bacardi
Thinking things are funny when they really ain't that funny
The kids on the corner they keep getting stung
The color of our teeth matches the color of our tongues
In the Back Bay Fens getting gentle
Up against the fence with some guy who looks like Mickey Mantle
Dirty minds keep coming through the mud
The color of their eyes matches the color of our blood
The way he wore it made it look more like a tourniquet
I looked deep in his eyes
I saw Lynn, Massachussetts
She hung a sleeveless dress up on a sleeved up lifestyle
Girl you gotta cover that
She saw him gushing blood from wide open wounds
And she decided that she loved him
They put the screws into Charlemagne
He had a detox dream, he saw Christ in all his glory
Charlemagne didn't feel any pain
But he's bleeding from the holes in his story
He said, "Hey, my name's Corey, I'm really into hardcore
People call me Hard Corey."
Don't you hate these clever people
And all these clever people parties?
In the park drinking Dark Bacardi
Thinking things are funny when they really ain't that funny
The kids on the corner they keep getting stung
The color of our teeth matches the color of our tongues
In the Back Bay Fens getting gentle
Up against the fence with some guy who looks like Mickey Mantle
Dirty minds keep coming through the mud
The color of their eyes matches the color of our blood
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