Frontwards (Live)

I am the only one searchin' for you
And if I get caught
Then the search is through
The stories they tell, you know they never add up
I hear the natives fussin' at the data chart
Be quiet, the weather's on the night news

Empty homes, plastic cones
Stolen rims, are they alloy or chrome?
Well, I've got style
Miles and miles
So much style, it's wastin'
So much style, and it's wastin'
So much style, it's wastin'

She's the only one who always inhales
Paris is stale, and it's war if we fail
Migrant hotels they never sleep, they never will
The cigarette's cut like a dirt clod
Your cigarette cuts to the inside

Empty homes, plastic cones
Stolen rims, are they alloy or chrome?
Well, I've got style
Miles and miles
So much style, it's wastin'
So much style, and it's wastin'
So much style, it's wastin'



Credits
Writer(s): Scott Kannberg, Stephen Malkmus
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