Lyrics:
Diamonds they dancin' like Pikachu
Look at your girl and she picayune
My diamonds dancin' like peek-a-boo
Diamonds they dancin' like Pikachu
Look
We're writing words with cloying affection
There's no good pleasure
Just picayune endings, inane reflections
There's no good answer
We're writing words
Take a trip from here
Bogalusa, Baton Rouge
New Orleans, Picayune
Boloxi, Pascagoula
Mobile Bay,Big full moon
Diesel up just north of Destin
Try to chip me
Think i'm picayune
Mississippi
You can miss me
Like you skip a tune
Don't skip a beat
When i hit the streets
No hop scotch
Heart rate got
an octoroon
This little cookie here's a macaroon, that big round thing's a red balloon
And the paper down here's called the Picayune
And here's a New Orleans
They'll get you anything you need
There ain't nothing they don't know
And we're drinking Jack and Coke with Picayune
Just seeing all the world in
fucked all the little girls down in Sumrall
Grabbed my guitar and started pickin a tune
For Nikki and June
Down in Picayune, baby
Just like a shovel I
a mission.
We're gonna leave our footprints on the moon.
We're gonna leave our footprints on the moon.
We were born for greatness. Nothing picayune.
We're
Bridge:
Memphis down to Baton Rouge
Mobile up to Picayune
Natchez, Jackson and Biloxi
Even Cleveland, MS
New Orleans, Pascagoula
Andalusia, Tuscaloosa
they bloodless, just kind of dry
It's a picayune collection of the not so southern fried
Jews, Welsh, and Polish all gone wrong
Now I'm not sure what
felt like I couldn't
Never be compleat lief
But ever moment took too far
And acting out and seen your fard
And picayune on the beaten path?
Now I'm
Tell me how many times should we be lying
To ourselves, I just can't deny it
It's picayunes, shit we shouldn't be fighting
The only ones we hurt are
Skewering, picayune guard
Opened up and loved too ha-hard
Ha, ha
Every match bloodsport
Suppurated, shopworn
Caveat emptor
Sold me brick-and-mortar
And I felt like I couldn't
Never be compleat lief
But ever moment took too far
And acting out and seen your fard
And picayune on the beaten path?
Now I'm
Squandered is a picayune potential
A lighthouse to a black hole
An enigma of a timeline and a bastard to linearity
The complaints ring the ears
heal
What should I do?
Maybe find a place to lay to rest and watch the harvest moon
Maybe find some grace away from pests cause I feel picayune
Or I'll
runs from the moon
Your purpose is might, not picayune
Hear your soul croon, restring and retune
You're a fight that's fleeting, an open wound
That's
what to do
Picayune creatures own this chaos
Incarnated devil, incarnate the end
the blues
So, Masonic Henry's daughter
Had to pay for all his dues
Somebody called the police
and the Times-Picayune
For Masonic Henry's daughter
Must have
Picayune cigarettes
And right there on the roadside
Uncle Paul met his fate
Driving up the old Natchez Trace
He met Camille and Louise there at 7:38
He
Met her through a personal ad
Back of the Times-Picayune this is ‘81/'82
I was nervous tongue tied she played it cool
Eyes the size of Olympic pools
Until I'm home
Come lover, carry on
This picayune passing down
Then haunt this hollow hole
To dance with me, your ghost
You are the blood in my chest
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