The Pick-up

All things passed in the pick-up, found my brother's badgeAbraham is alive and well in the pick-up

And his wife casts no more spells in the pick-upFound myself in the pick-up, seatbelt on my lapAnd my sister with her bracelet in the pick-up

Kiss my mother on her face in the pick-up

Clapping with the human race in the pick-up

Songwriters

SUFJAN STEVENSPublished by

Lyrics © NEW JERUSALEM MUSIC Song Discussions is protected by U.S. Patent 9401941. Other patents pending.