Suppertime Lyrics - Odds

An embarrassment of riches 

Up ahead between the ditches 

Steady on, pails of blue glass beads and baubles 

In the toilets of the super models 

Steady on watch what you wish for 

As someone else pollutes it 

Some see the rarest bird 

And hunt it down and shoot it 

Let me lose so beautifully 

Let me lick the dew from the money tree 

Have the moms of the world all care about me 

At suppertime 

The road to wreckage stretches west 

From survival to excess and beyond 

From magic beans and golden eggs 

To swollen livers and tired of legs 

Trammel on the breakfast of failures 

Is an unexacting list 

Subtract opportunity 

You can mix it up with your fists 

Let me lose so beautifully 

Let me lick the dew from the money tree 

Have the moms of the world all care about me 

At suppertime 

Let me feel what it's like to have it 

Let me battle all your rich man's habits 

Let me cry down the front of a smoking jacket 

After suppertime 

Let me stand hypnotized by what I'm doing 

Smell the orchids by the road to ruin 

When the heirs are asleep and we think about screwing 

After suppertime