Junk Bond Trader Lyrics - Figure 8 - Elliott Smith

The imitation picks you up like a habit 

Riding in the glow of the TV static 

Taking out the trash to the man 

Give the people something they understand 

Mistake a nervous flash for a fine-line 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 me, "fool, you tell it like it is" 

Your wall's gone wider than your head trip is 

Checking into a small reality 

Void as a drug you take too regularly 

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The athletes 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," said Sid the 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 the hitchhiker you recognize passing 

On your way to some everlasting 

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Better sell it while you can 

Better sell it while you can 

Better sell it while you can 

Better sell it while you can