You and me, we dream for a living
And if I had a penny for every time
A Van Gogh Sunflower
Get stolen from the still-life
Of the canvass, the oils
Of its madness
And you wanna tell me
That you got, that you got them
Skinny-assed white boy pawn shop blues
Well I know everybody got them too
And I know sometimes it's gonna seem to you
Like this whole round world is dancin'
Kinda like the Bojangles in a jail cell softshoe
Fire sale, it's all priced to move
Nothing but bullshit poker
And I ain't go nothing to prove
But still you wanna tell me |
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That this whole round world is in hock
Do the skinny-assed white boy pawnshop bop
Well the price ain't cheap like talk
You and me, we were born at night
But I wasn't born last night
The dealer deals the joker card
Every time a Van Gogh Sunflower
Gets to livin' alive out in the twilight
Of the evening of imagination
Believe it
Well you, man you wanna tell me
That you got, that you got them
Skinny-assed white boy pawnship blues
Well I know we all got to pay our dues
Skinny-assed white boy pawnship blues
Well I know everybody to them too |
