Lorna Zauberberg Lyrics

Wait for your train in my car by the station
On the wheel, my hands are burning from the cold
What do you dream as you doze against the window?
And will you tell the dream when you come home?Virility is in the house of lesser than
And in breakfast we get by on charm alone
The sun beats down on immaculate beige carpets
And the plank of spoons bounce off the off-white wallI flipped through the music that you left
All the old cassettes that lean against the wall
I ate all the peaches off the shelf
And I rearranged the cans into a poemVicious mobs of candy-ravers stalk the night
And methadonians sleep right where they stand
A weeping tranny is cradling a steak knife
And you're happily slugging Rob Roys with your man
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