โหลดเพลง mp3 You Can't Hold The Hand Of A Rock And Roll Man - Okkervil River

You Can't Hold The Hand Of A Rock And Roll Man - Okkervil River
This week's cash for last week's grass
Your crew collates while you sit in the van and wait

Gassed and trashed and smashed young cads
Roasting away

It was on a sunny summer day
Or okay an august night anyway

And you're living on air

While on the 25th floor
Up there

They'd fan a million bucks before your face

Marie's passed out in a chair with her once fussed-over hair
All mussed into an i've-just-been-fucked shape
Just an hour before
She crashed all cashed
She said
I'm done with looking back
And you look your age

Which is thirty-seven
By the way and not twenty-eight
And fucking let them stare
Because at this point i don't care

I have been your bride stripped bare since '98

And our silver-screen affair
It weighs less to me than air
It's a gas now
It's a laugh just how far several mil can take it

This week's fast as last week's flash of interstate

When you starved and never ate

This week's splashed a sick
Gold cast across your face

As you roam on silk ripped tippy-toe alone through silver lake

Astride a snow-white mare on a non-stop all-night tear

What a ghastly sight you'll smear in every face

In that fat
Fur-trimmed affair that your lawyer let's you wear
You'll destroy your chance to ever get repeatedly engaged