Chewing on Tinfoil - One Good Shirt Lyrics
They’re looking up their skirts and they’re asking if it hurt when they fell, “What’s an angel like you doin’ in hell?” They wore their one good shirt, now they’re rolling in the dirt and the blood and the beer. Just get me out of here. I’m running for my life before they cut me down to size. Back when there were more busses than taxies in the city. Oh it returns again.She looks him in the eyes but he’s glancing at her thigh. She can tell by the way he moves he’s under her spell. The night just feels the same as they stumble down a lane. In their heads it’s the next best thing they have to a bed. They can’t see the sky, even though they tried. Glowing lights just reassure me, darling, that nothing’s alright. Oh it returns again.Oh oh how does it feel?You think you’re ready?I don’t know why you’re asking. He’s my brother, he ain’t heavy.She’s finding her way home, so much harder on your own. When she falls there is no angel waiting for her at all. The scent she leaves behind lingers longer in his mind. Is that a tear or the remnants of more spilled beer? Promissory notes catching in his throat, and a gag, it’s the best feeling that he’s ever had. Oh it returns again.Oh oh how does it feel?You think you’re ready?I don’t know why you’re asking. She’s my sister, she ain’t heavy.
