Who gives a fuck about an Oxford comma?I've seen those English dramas, tooThey're cruelSo if there's any other wayTo spell the word, it's fine with meWith me Why would you speak to me that way?Especially when I always said that IHaven't got the words for youAll your diction, dripping with disdainThrough the pain, I always tell the truth Who gives a fuck about an Oxford climber?I climbed to Dharamsala, tooI didI met the highest lamaHis accent sounded fine to meTo me Check your handbook, it's no trick Take the chapstick, put it on your lipsCrack a smile, adjust my tieKnow your boyfriend, unlike other guys Why would you lie about how much coal you have?Why would you lie about something dumb like that?Why would you lie about anything at all?First the window, then it's to the wallLittle John, he always tells the truth Check your passport, it's no trickTake the Chapstick, put it on your lipsCrack a smile, adjust my tieKnow your butler, unlike other guys Why would you lie about how much coal you have?Why would you lie about something dumb like that?Why would you lie about anything at all?First the window, then it's through the wall Why would you tape my conversations?Show your paintingsAt the United NationsLittle John, he always tells the truth

I see a mansard roof through the treesI see a salty message written in the eavesThe ground beneath my feetThe hot garbage and concreteAnd now the tops of buildings, I can see them too I see a mansard roof through the treesI see a salty message written in the eavesThe ground beneath my feetThe hot garbage and concreteAnd now the tops of buildings, I can see them too The Argentines collapse in defeatThe admiralty surveys the remnants of the fleetThe ground beneath their feetIs a nautically-mapped sheetAs thin as paper while it slips away from view

Johanna drove slowly into the cityThe Hudson River all filled with snowShe spied the ring on his Honor's fingerOh-oh-oh A thousand years in one piece of silverShe took it from his lily white handShowed no fear – she'd seen the thingIn the Young Men's Wing at Sloan-Kettering Look outside at the raincoats coming, say ohLook outside at the raincoats coming, say oh Hey, hey, hey, hey!Hey, hey, hey! His Honor drove southward seeking exoticaDown to the Pueblo huts of New MexicoCut his teeth on turquoise harmonicasOh-oh-oh I saw Johanna down in the subwayShe took an apartment in Washington HeightsHalf of the ring lies here with meBut the other half's at the bottom of the sea Look outside at the raincoats coming, say ohLook outside at the raincoats coming, say ohLook outside at the raincoats coming, say ohLook outside at the raincoats coming, say oh Hey, hey, hey, hey!Hey, hey, hey, hey!

As a young girlLouis VuittonWith your motherOn a sandy lawn As a sophomoreWith reggaetonAnd the linensYou're sitting on Is your bed made?Is your sweater on?Do you want toLike you know I do But this feels so unnaturalPeter Gabriel too Can you stay upTo see the dawnIn the colorsOf Bennetton? Is your bed madeIs your sweater onDo you want toLike you know I do But this feels so unnaturalPeter Gabriel too Is your bed madeIs your sweater onDo you want toLike you know I do

It's going to take a little timeWhile you're waiting like a factory lineI'll ride across the parkBackseat on the 79Wasted days you've come to pass So go, I know you would not stayIt wasn't true, but anywayPollination yellow cab Woah, woah You walk up the stairsSee the French kids by the doorUp one more flightSee the buddha on the second floorCoronation rickshaw grab So go, I know you would not stayIt wasn't true, but anywayRacist dreams you should not have Woah, woah No excuse to be so callousDress yourself in bleeding madrasCharm your way across the Khyber Pass Stay awake to break the habitSing in praise of Jackson CrowterWatch your step along the arch of No excuse to be so callousDress yourself in bleeding madrasCharm your way across the Khyber Pass Stay awake to break the habitSing in praise of Jackson CrowterWatch your step along the arch of glass

I wake up, my shoulder's coldI've got to leave here, before I goI pull my shirt on, walk out the doorDrag my feet along the floorI pull my shirt on, walk out the doorDrag my feet along the floor Then I see you, you're walking 'cross the campusCruel professor, studying romances How am I supposed to pretendI never want to see you again?How am I supposed to pretendI never want to see you again? Walked to class in front of yaSpilled kefir on your keffiyahYou look inside and turn to the doorDrag your feet along the floor Then I see you, you're walking 'cross the campusCruel professor, studying romances How am I supposed to pretendI never want to see you again?How am I supposed to pretendI never want to see you again? In the afternoon, you're out on the stone and grassAnd I'm sleeping on the balcony after classIn the afternoon, you're out on the stone and grassAnd I'm sleeping on the balcony after class In the afternoon, you're out on the stone and grassAnd I'm sleeping on the balcony after classIn the afternoon, you're out on the stone and grassAnd I'm sleeping on the balcony after class

Ion displacement won't work in the basementEspecially when I'm not with youHere in the heartland, a feeling so startlingI don't what I should do Oh Bryn, you see through the darkRight past the fireflies that sleep in my heartYou know, it's easy to seeWait for the season to come back to me Lights by the oceanA westerly motion that moves California to seaEyes like a seagullNo Kansas-born beetle could ever come close to that free Oh Bryn, you see through the darkRight past the fireflies that feed in my heartYou know, it's easy to seeWait for the season to come back to me

Occident, out on the weekendThat's the way that we relaxEnglish breakfast tastes like DarjeelingBut she's too cute to even ask Blake's got a new face (Blake's got a new face)Blake's got a new face (Blake's got a new face)Blake's got a new face (Blake's got a new face)Blake's got a new face (Blake's got a new face) Nastiness will cause your doomTurn and walk back to your room The precedent's already set nowYou spend a week in old San JuanSpanish brownstone with chairs of leatherAnd Spanish waves to roll along Blake's got a new face (Blake's got a new face)Blake's got a new face (Blake's got a new face)Blake's got a new face (Blake's got a new face)Blake's got a new face (Blake's got a new face) Majesty's not overheardCryptographs can't stand the word Blake's got a new face (Blake's got a new face)Blake's got a new face (Blake's got a new face)Blake's got a new face (Blake's got a new face)Blake's got a new face (Blake's got a new face) Oh, your collegiate griefHas left you dowdy in sweatshirtsAbsolute horror

You've been checking on my factsAnd I admit I have been laxIn double-screening what I sayIt wasn't funny anyway I stand correctedI stand corrected No one cares when you are wrongBut I've been at this far too longTo act like that when we should beIn perfect harmony I stand correctedI, oh I stand corrected Lord knows I haven't triedI'll take my standOne last time Forget the protocolI'll take your handRight in mine I stand correctedI, oh I stand corrected

Walcott,Don't you know that it's insane?Don't you want to get out of Cape Cod?Out of Cape Cod tonight? Walcott,Mystic seaport is that that wayDon't you know that your life could be lost?Out of Cape Cod tonight Walcott,Don't you know that it's insane?Don't you want to get out of Cape Cod?Out of Cape Cod tonight? Walcott,The Bottleneck is a shit-showHyannisport is a ghettoOut of Cape Cod tonight The Lobster's Claw is sharp as knivesEvil feasts on human livesThe Holy Roman Empire roots for you Walcott,All the way to New JerseyAll the way to The Garden StateOut of Cape Cod tonight Walcott,Fuck the women from WellfleetFuck the bears out in ProvincetownHeed my words and take flight Walcott,Don't you know that it's insane?Don't you want to get out of Cape Cod?Out of Cape Cod tonight? Walcott,Don't you know that it's insane?Don't you want to get out of Cape Cod?Out of Cape Cod tonight? Walcott,Don't you know that it's insane?Don't you want to get out of Cape Cod?Out of Cape Cod tonight? Walcott,Don't you know that it's insane?Don't you want to get out of Cape Cod?Out of Cape Cod tonight?