Listening to Popular Creeps
Because I love the sound of Replacements drumming
That musician can paint but I hate his singing
It's almost as bad as mine
In a calm, well modulated voice
A man comes on to tell
Just who this has been brought to me by
All those things that he keeps
Are the things that are most humbling
Like a Santa who keeps the bell ringing
Drunk on turpentine wine
As if any of us actually have a choice
Between the illusion of heaven or hell
Nothing is real for a seasoned spy
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