Mark Gothard: Music

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I listened for the moment but the moment seemed to pass
I gathered all the razor blades and stuffed them in the trash
I took apart the railroad set and sang to let you know
I like to smoke my cigarettes, real slow

Two barbed and beautied cupie dolls dressed up for new year's eve
Some spoiled orange marmalade you found underneath your seat
A luscious, lustrous diamond ring you bought for me you know
Could never mean as much to me, as smoking on my cigarettes, real slow

Yellow fluttered carpet that sings underneath your feet
Torn and bloodied bandages you wear for one whole week
Single, pretty bachelorettes with breasts that taste like snow
Distract me from my cigarettes, which I'm compelled and need to smoke, real slow

Slow
Slow
Slow, oh so slow

I listened for the moment but the moment seemed to pass
I gathered all the razor blades and stuffed them in the trash
I took apart the railroad set and sang to let you know
I like to smoke my cigarettes, real slow