Testo Hadlock Padlock - Kimya Dawson
Testo della canzone Hadlock Padlock (Kimya Dawson), tratta dall'album My Cute Fiend Sweet Princess
I ran into Matlock at Hadlock Padlock
I said, "Have you seen, my love?"
He said, "He was over on Elkins road, face down, in a puddle of blood"
Then, I ran into Blair Warner, at the chevron, at four corners
I said, "Did you see him die?"
She said, "That was just a rumor, super-duper, small town trumor
He was shipped off to treatment last night"
And what goes around, don't come around, not in this town
Seven walls go up, for every one wall that comes down
And the old ladies pray they'll be young again, someday
Do your job, you dirty slob, or nobody gets paid
She was standing on the dock, trying to hit the moon with rocks
Along, came a man with his cock in his hand
He said, "What do you think?
She said, "I think you stink"
Then she spit in his eye, said, "Bye-bye", and pushed him in the drink
Then she went to the pay shower, and pumped quarters for an hour
Even though she made it, she still felt violated
Wrapped the soap on a rope, around her throat
Said, dear God, I really hope you'll let me into Heaven
'Cause, I'm only 11, and I've got nowhere to go
What goes around, don't come around, not in this town
Subway sandwich shop, goes up, and the roller rink closed down
And the kids all pray that they'll either get away
Or get a job like Chad, in dad's Meth lab, and become rich, one day
Little David was learning to skate, practiced every single day
He kept falling, and falling, but he finally learned to Ollie
He wondered who he'd tell, he thought he would tell Mel
But Mel, and all his other friends were in the county jail
Which is where I sent the letter that said, "Things are gonna get better"
He said, You've got it all wrong, why'd you write this stupid song?
I said, "'Cause you're in my head, even if you want me dead"
Just because I said exactly what I meant, doesn't mean I meant what I said
What goes around, don't come around, not in this town
You don't need karmic retribution, if you've got good ammunition
And mama always prayed that someday, she'd get laid
By some dumb fuck, with a pickup truck, and really good cocaine
Please, do me a favor, when you go to penny saver get a half-rack of lucky for the girls
Two roast beef mighty bites, a pack of old gold lights
And meet us at the end of the world
I'll be standing on the cliff, with the sunset in my eyes
I'll be too insignificant, to feel the need to lie
I wonder if this climbing that you city people do
Ever leads you to a place with such a pretty view
What if what goes around is just a naked crying clown?
And the clouds split down the middle, and a mighty hand comes down
And we think that we are saved, but the hand is made of clay
And my tears make messy make up streaks all over my face
What goes around, don't come around, not in this town
Seven walls go up for every one wall that comes down
And the old ladies pray they'll be young again, someday
Do your job, you dirty slob, or nobody gets paid
Nobody gets laid
Nobody gets saved
Do your job, your dirty slob, or nobody gets paid
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Writer(s): Kimya Dawson
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