Shoot The Singer Lyrics - Watery, Domestic - Pavement

Someone took in these pants 

Somebody painted over paint 

Painted wood 

And where he stood, no one stands 

It's been said he's sitting now 

In the churning land 

Well, I've seen saints, but remember 

That I forgot to flag 'em down 

When they passed and in the morning light 

You hold that ashtray tight 

You could put it out 

But I can't put it out 

My hands shook, down and out 

I've got the blisters of the world 

World new 

I name the book after you 

So look up and watch the camera lens 

When the risers fade 

Slow it down, song is sacred 

And brother, you're a hunter and you're right at home 

And in the morning light 

I'll hold my ashtray tight 

I could take it down 

And you can't take it down