歌手:Wilco
专辑:《Schmilco》

Oh I can't say what qualifies as pain

So transfixed by the wavering flame

Mortal kings of each grade and grain erased

Oh I'm blessed

The slant may rain knows my door

Tambourines my floor in four

Laughs and shakes my folded face where jesus mowed my lawn

Fame has legs blazing chrome

Amputate but it's never quite gone

Rakes in clover shown like snakes shine over rate my crime

Why kill a man when you can drive him crazy

Why make it end when my amusement always depends on the joke

Won't you lend me my punchline

As a favor can you be entertained so that day I can savor whatever remains

Of hurricanes too rattled to romance massive plates of circumstances