From the recording Bleu
Recorded at Postal Recording in Indianapolis
Thomas East - Guitar, Vocals
Aaron Randall - Percussion
Jordan Maddox - Guitar
Michael Klein - Saxophone
Sam Purtee - Bass
Lyrics
I put my working hands
On my lips
And it rubs like rubber
Just fine
Sucking suckers
Chewing picks, bitin' stuff
Said you wasn't gonna
Do this shit
After 25 more years
On the Marlboro
And the fish born babies
Are flying high
I wish I had a kitty
That wasn't so greasy
But until then
I'll have to be Sneaky
So break that promise
And stop my heart
Oh brother
Could you spare me a lung?
Nobody knows who you are
Or what I am
In the parking lots, rooftops
Taking a walk
To the little shady Grove
In the center of town
Improper disposal
Burns the whole place down
Two little kids saw me
Ribbons and bows
Thought I was Sneaky
But you could smell my clothes