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Suicide Demo For Kara Walker Lyrics

Destroyer – Suicide Demo For Kara Walker Lyrics

Brown paper bag, don't stop me now, I'm on a roll.
Plain brown wrapper in your pocket.
Is it still the invisible man you're consorting with, woman?
Now that you got it all wrong,
You got it all backwards, girl.
Enter through the exit, and exit through the entrance when you can.
Seen you consorting with your invisible manhole.
Fool child, you're never gonna make it.
New York City just wants to see you naked, and they will.
Though they'd never say so.
Wise, old, black and dead in the snow, my southern sister.

Sister, sister, was the name of the band
Flesh and blood, my death close at hand.
Sister, this is not about me, and it's not about you, I swear.
No hard feelings, nothing personal.
Soft sculpture rides the air.

For free words, words, words.
Longings, longings, longings, all in vain.
Just ask vanity, abandoned out in the rain by the world.
Another proud American.
And as proud Americans,
We let it slide away.
Harmless little negress,
You've got to say yes to another excess.
Let's go for a ride today.

In possession of eyes that say
In possession of eyes that say

A southern bunkhouse,
Blue skies up above,
A kind of figure of feminine grace and wit passes for love these days.
All that slender-wristed, white, translucent business passes for love these days.
Much hailed genius passes for love these days

Four more years
Four more years
Four hundred more years of this shit, fuck it.
I look up, I see the north star.
I look up, I see the north star.
When I look up at the bar through these tears.

Four white pillars Yankee-style
All of America loves to lights his pipes.
All of America live to light his pipe at night.
To which Dixie responds "free me"
And then washes his sashes
Again

Maybe or maybe not fast forward, she said
Maybe once the seed is sown, fast forward, she said
This bird has flown south she said
Don't talk about the south, she said
It's not you, it's nothing personal
No hard feelings, nothing's there
Soft sculpture rides hard on the air.

Now that you got it all, wrong
You got it all backwards, girl.
Enter through the exit, and exit through the entrance
When you can.
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