Pickpocket

from by Mutts

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lyrics

Freakin' in the fallout on 1,000 nations
no one realizes it's a new persuasion
throwing out the baby with the passifier
can't see the burning bush for the goddam fire

Foundations of an institution
cracked by abrasions now called illusions
bound up tight by big white lies
while cameras get loose under thatchwork skies

Stick of dynamite in the Rose Garden
a found fallic fossil I suppose is guardin'
arcane arches strong and true
well come on help me light that fuse

Someone gonna try to pick your pocket
everywhere you go
it don't mean you gotta stay home, baby come on
they're gonna try to pick your pocket
everywhere you go
it don't mean you gotta stay home.

Bombs goin' off like car alarms
no one pays attention - we've been disarmed
white noise gettin' louder and louder
it's all evolution and pulpit pollution

Mama's in the grocery pickin' clovers
tryin' to rewind all the lies we've told her
back to the pasture, little white dress
plantin' the seed to her big white stress

Eyes in my head back - picture my feel
hot coal footsteps burn and peel
Ember blankets, hot for days,
so why you wanna sit and stay?


Someone gonna try to pick your pocket
everywhere you go
it don't mean you gotta stay home, baby come on
they're gonna try to pick your pocket
everywhere you go
it don't mean you gotta stay home.

credits

from Object Permanence, released April 2, 2013
Mike Maimone - Piano, Pump Organ, Vocals
Bob Buckstaff - Upright Bass, Backing Vocals, Tambourine
Chris Pagnani - Drums, Tambourine

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