Harness Your Hopes - Live Brixton Academy, London, November 20, 1999
Harness your hopes on just one person
Because of harness was only made for one
Don't telegraph your passes, you'll end up with molasses
Cauterized in syrup its not the declasse
And I'm checking out the assets, that attract us
To everything that moves, we're deep inside the groove
And it's time to check the rations 'cause someone's gonna cash in
Jott for the town, the singer lives around
Show me a word that rhymes with pavement
I will kill your parents and roast them on a spit
And don't you try to etch it or permanently sketch it
You're gonna catch a bad, bad cold
The freaks have stormed the White House
I moved into a lighthouse
It's on a scenic quay, it's, oh, so far away
Far away from the beginning, the shroud is made of linen
The pastor got your purse, it's normal but it's hears
Nun is to perch, as the carrot is to church
And my mind it's wide open, truly
(2,3,4)
Leisure, a leisure suit is nothing
It's nothing to be proud of in this late century
And I'm asking you to hold me just like the morning paper
Pinched between your pointer, your index and your thumb
It's a semi-automatic, believers are ecstatic
You go in Tali plan will always hit the steer
And I'm living in a coma for Donna de Varona
The harness made of hopes, the lovers on the ropes
Heart-breaking, earth-quaking
Kiwis they are home baking
Minds wide o-pen, tru-ly
Because of harness was only made for one
Don't telegraph your passes, you'll end up with molasses
Cauterized in syrup its not the declasse
And I'm checking out the assets, that attract us
To everything that moves, we're deep inside the groove
And it's time to check the rations 'cause someone's gonna cash in
Jott for the town, the singer lives around
Show me a word that rhymes with pavement
I will kill your parents and roast them on a spit
And don't you try to etch it or permanently sketch it
You're gonna catch a bad, bad cold
The freaks have stormed the White House
I moved into a lighthouse
It's on a scenic quay, it's, oh, so far away
Far away from the beginning, the shroud is made of linen
The pastor got your purse, it's normal but it's hears
Nun is to perch, as the carrot is to church
And my mind it's wide open, truly
(2,3,4)
Leisure, a leisure suit is nothing
It's nothing to be proud of in this late century
And I'm asking you to hold me just like the morning paper
Pinched between your pointer, your index and your thumb
It's a semi-automatic, believers are ecstatic
You go in Tali plan will always hit the steer
And I'm living in a coma for Donna de Varona
The harness made of hopes, the lovers on the ropes
Heart-breaking, earth-quaking
Kiwis they are home baking
Minds wide o-pen, tru-ly
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Writer(s): Stephen Joseph Malkmus
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