Little America 歌词

I can't see myself at thirty I don't buy a lacquered thirty Caught like flies Preserved for tomorrow's jewelry, again Lighted in the amber yard A green shellback, green shellback Preserved for tomorrow's eyes In a tree beer tar-black br'er sap The biggest wagon is the empty wagon is the noisiest The consul, a horse, Jefferson, I think we're lost Who will tend the farm museums? Who will dust today's belongings? Who will sweep the floor, hedging near the givens? Rally 'round your leaders It's the mediator season Diane is on the beach, do you realize the life she's led? The biggest wagon is the empty wagon is the noisiest The consul, a horse, oh man, I think we're lost The biggest wagon is the empty wagon is the noisiest A matter, of course, Jefferson, drive it (turn around!) Lighted in the amber yard A green shellback, green shellback Skylight, sty-tied, Nero pie-tied In a tree tar-black br'er sap Reason has harnessed the tame A lodging, not stockader's game Another Greenville, another Magic Mart Jeffers, grab your fiddle The biggest wagon is the empty wagon is the noisiest The consul, a horse, Jefferson, I think we're lost The biggest wagon is the empty wagon is the noisiest The consul, a horse, Jefferson, I think we're lost Lost