Buddy Lou
Buddy Lou
Eats and drinks antiques
Buddy Lou knows
The best things in life are free
You can loosen someone's lug nuts
While they're parked out on the street
And if they're after him then they're after me
Buddy Lou's soul
Will never stray from his body
Drinking this quick dry cement
Your throat is always open
Something's dead inside the drain
The smell is turning rotten
Dream of
A world without hate
Live
Love
Marry and procreate
You can change your name to John Doe
Live rent-free in the morgue
Cover up your face
And rob a grocery store
Drinking this quick dry cement
Your throat is always open
Something's dead inside the drain
The smell is turning rotten
In the wake of huge events
After them and before them
Physical details they spasm for a moment
They sort of unlock
And when they come back into focus
They suddenly coincide
In a weird way
Buddy Lou's the man we choose
The one who can resolve this
Pull the plug he's had enough
The whole world is in hospice
Drinking this quick dry cement
Your throat is always open
Something's dead inside the drain
The smell is turning rotten
Eats and drinks antiques
Buddy Lou knows
The best things in life are free
You can loosen someone's lug nuts
While they're parked out on the street
And if they're after him then they're after me
Buddy Lou's soul
Will never stray from his body
Drinking this quick dry cement
Your throat is always open
Something's dead inside the drain
The smell is turning rotten
Dream of
A world without hate
Live
Love
Marry and procreate
You can change your name to John Doe
Live rent-free in the morgue
Cover up your face
And rob a grocery store
Drinking this quick dry cement
Your throat is always open
Something's dead inside the drain
The smell is turning rotten
In the wake of huge events
After them and before them
Physical details they spasm for a moment
They sort of unlock
And when they come back into focus
They suddenly coincide
In a weird way
Buddy Lou's the man we choose
The one who can resolve this
Pull the plug he's had enough
The whole world is in hospice
Drinking this quick dry cement
Your throat is always open
Something's dead inside the drain
The smell is turning rotten
Credits
Writer(s): Joe Medicus, Mark Pappas, Terry Jones, Zef Zulty
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