Well it's hot in the yard
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And it's cool in the bed
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And I whip the blankets into cotton thread
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And I'll tear all the carpet up over my head
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'Til my feet can go right through the basement
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Well you play so surprised at what you have found
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But I heard you coming from way across town
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So let's get to getting to burning it down
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And the fire, it's spreading like madness
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'Cause I'm steeped in this pleasure
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I've snapped from my tether
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That the nation may vibrate apart
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And you lead me again to the back of the line
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And we'll work our way slow to the start
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When the dishes are broken and the kitchen's a mess
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I'm trapped in the door
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Why don't you make me confess
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'Cause I'm tastin' delicious
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To just keep you guessin'
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Whatever it is, that ignites me
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'Cause I'm steeped in this pleasure
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I've snapped from my tether
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That the nation may vibrate apart
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And you lead me again to the back of the line
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And we'll work our way slow to the start
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Yes we'll work our way slow to the start
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When instinct is dirty and morality's clean
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And we're bound for damnation say those magazines
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Well to hell with the sorrow and watered-down scenes
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We'll burn us a bridge straight to heaven.
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'Cause I'm steeped in this pleasure
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I've snapped from my tether
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That the nation may vibrate apart
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And you lead me again to the back of the line
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And we'll work our way slow to the start
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Yes we'll work our way slow to the start
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Whip The Blankets
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| Neko Case |
