Trader Life - Bitcat

Car full of dog hair, just you and me Up Fox River where my folks were born We should head out West, kid The call of the times She's sleepless and I'm so alone But neither knows Let's ride through the Badlands and smoke out the beasts In spaceships and cum-soaked motels I think she really loves me I felt her cry for the first time In rancid terrain, acid rain He's a madman in the Badlands A danger in the heartland, man A decent man on the lam I stand on the red edge She feeds the dog My depression is not her depression I'd like to be abducted To float in the air like Jesus The tables are turned inside me He's a madman in the Badlands A stranger in his own heart, man A decent man on the lam A decent man on the lam A descent into the mad Come on follow me

Hold back the line The end of the line A cancerous mass Of people who pass There is something that ties me to you Oh, but nothing that binds me to you Chattanooga A gun in my hand I'm lending a hand The blood inside me Is bled out of you There is something that ties me to you Oh, but nothing that binds me to you Chattanooga Oh, there's something that ties me to you Oh, and something that finds me to you Oh, but there's nothing that binds me to you Chattanooga

(Jonah:) Hi Trader Trader sailed a jeweled crown Humanity rowed the way Exploring to command more land Scheming how to rule the waves. Trader spied a virgin plain And named it for velvet robes Wrote home declaring there's a place Where totally folks are free (Happily completely) Nourishment fills the prairies and the hillsides And animals stalk the mountains and the seaside And fish abound the lakes and birds the skies Signed sincerely Trader found the jeweled land Was occupied before he came By humans of a second look Who couldn't even write their names, shame Trader said they're not as good As folks who wear velvet robes Wrote home again and asked, Please help Their breasts I see; they're not like me Banish them from our prairies and our hillsides Clear them from our mountains and our seaside I want them off our lakes so please reply Signed sincerely Trader he got the crown okay Cleared humanity from his way He civilized all he saw Making changes every single day say Shops sprang over the prairies and the hillsides Then roads cut through the mountains to the seaside The other kind fled to hide, by and by, And so sincerely cried Making it softly Like the evening sea, trying to be Making it go Creating it gently Like a morning breeze, a life of ease Eyes that see Beyond tomorrow, through to the time without hours Passing the Eden of Flowers Reason to live Embracing together Like the merging streams, crying dreams Making it full Begging intently For a slight reprieve, a night of ease Hands to touch Beyond the sorrow, on to the force without power Piercing the crust of the tower Reason to live Hoping Like a budding rose, humbling shows Making it Struggling lonely Like a desert field, break the seal, make it real Ears to hear Beyond the showers, on to the suns of tomorrows Burning the flesh of all sorrows Reason to live Reason to continue Reason to go on Reason to live Reason to live Reason to live

The imitation picks you up like a habit Writing in the glow of the TV's static Taking out the trash to the man Give the people something they'd understand A stick man flashing a fine-lined smile Junk bond trader trying to sell a sucker a stock Rich man in a poor man's clothes The permanent installment of the daily dose And you tell off when you tell it like it is Your world's no wider than your hatred of his Checking into a small reality Boring as a drug you take too regularly The athlete's laugh, the broken crutch The first true love that folded at the slightest touch Brought down like an old hotel People digging through the rubble for things they can resell Happy holidays, sad sick savior The leaving lover that I still favor I won't take your medicine I don't need a remedy To be everything I'm supposed to be I don't want nobody else I can do it by myself We're meant to be together Now I'm a policeman directing traffic Keeping everything moving, everything static I'm a hitchhiker you'll recognize passing On your way to some everlasting Better sell it while you can Better sell it while you can Better sell it while you can Better sell it while you can

Don't bother me I won't ever be free of the aching I'll come around to embryonic sounds they tell me Dead soldiers lying in a room In a room you'll sleep your first sleep A power move to be constantly rude every morning I gave my word to try love so absurd in the springtime The distance comes when she comes home And fuck if I know why She's my best friend I am stuck in the aching again A vapid fight in blistered light Oh cloudless afternoon You'll never send Me out of the aching again Oh tender hall, the new moon is a sprawl in her echoes With bayonet, whittling bassinets on the table Dead soldiers lying in the trash In the back where you take your first step So bother me, I won't ever be free of the aching I hope you find I'm always good and kind when you need me Will distance come when she comes home? Man, fuck if I know how My blood will mend Me out of the aching again Oh, help me out of the aching again Oh, help me out of the aching again Oh, help me out of the aching again

He's Jonny Murphy and he's wearing Nazi flags He's licking rifles and he's sniffing in the trash Buying motor homes in Florida for to fund the fascist front His mother Sherry she is kissing photographs And sipping bleach between the tricks she kompromats Printing prints of phony princes all to purge the diplomats So I wring my hands out His father Thomas makes a living giving head To stop his family from blowing him instead But they're stabbing him to pieces in his Sarasota bed He's Jonny Murphy now he's knitting Nazi flags From bloody blankets and his father's favorite cat Burning motor homes in Florida for to find the fascist front So I wring my hands out

A place to hide Deep inside a body A plum she plucked You are not my secret anymore A severed hand (a box of letters) Moments later she spoke (will it last forever?) Inside my hand (now sewn with heather) Codes and odes and clouds of smoke (do we live forever?) A box of letters Will it last forever? Now sewn with heather Do we live forever?