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    Soul Coughing / Lyrics

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    "Down to This (Album Version)" Lyrics

    Soul Coughing

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    You get the ankles
    And I get the wrists.
    You get the ankles
    And I get the wrists.
    You get the ankles
    And I get the wrists.
    You come down to this.

    Nerves are up
    And the eyes all screwy
    Blood like a panful
    Of boiling ratatouille

    Hang from the axles of a box car
    Follow the dotted line
    Like a steer to Chicago
    To the hooks of the Chicago man

    I get all tripped up
    My eyes turn to water
    Rug burns from a shag rug
    Struck dumb in the presence
    Polyester burns from a jacket
    Rub the skin thin
    Break down in a diner
    Then I pay the bill

    Cashier toothpick stuck in the ground
    Tiny lawnmower to mow me down
    I could get lost in a lunchbox
    Lie low in the mittens in the lost and found
    This song was submitted on November 28th, 2016.
    Copyright with Lyrics © EMI Music Publishing, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner/Chappell Music, Inc., Universal Music Publishing Group, Downtown Music Publishing.
    Written by Michael Doughty, Mark Degliantoni, Yuval Gabay, Sebastian Steinberg, Charles Tobias, Lew Brown, Sammy H. Stept, Frederick Hibbert, C Burnett.
    Lyrics licensed by LyricFind.

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