Stephen Malkmus And The Jicks - Real Emotional Trash Lyrics

Taking out the wife
We're takin out the wife

Its that kind of night
Well everybody talk, everybody listen, nobody breathe
Take your time let him go down
Cause Daddy's on the run
Daddy's on the run

The trail has two ruts (routes?) and
One is just a tunnel, the other is a funnel to the tomb
Easy said but less often done
Point me in the direction
Of your real emotional trash

Abstract citizen
The abstract city sun?

Up to now is done
Never gonna stray 3x
take your time let him go down
Cause Daddy's on the run
Daddy's on the run

And who will get there first
should that bubble burst
Easy said but less often done
Point me in the direction
of your real emotional trash

I traipsed over the mexican border in a cheap caravan man
Like a snake ? stuck in the stomach I needed some relief
Made it back to Frisco in a vanity chest to painting ladies on house arrest
so wax up the waxed fruit its time for a shine
its the old fruit that makes wine
Police man
Police man
Police man
Police man

You got no reputation
never took a swing
Silent when they handed spines out
In the ? play a messy game? no time for you to bout?
Done is Salsalita we had clams for desert
You spilled some Chardonay on you gypsy skirt
There's no more time for apricots, he's got to make his own shape?
Police man
Police man
Police man
Police man