Baltimore Lyrics - Real Emotional Trash - Stephen Malkmus

You come on like gangbusters laying it thick 

Arboreal sleat stacks(?) lost in the sticks 

It's warm for a witch trial 

Don't you agree? 

Cold are the hands that would ever touch me 

You got the energy of a classic creep 

With sex vibe for miles and shark eyes asleep 

No intuition 

No need to sleuth 

Poor is the man who would sully my youth 

A one-minute story is all that you are 

A song undeveloped beyond the first bar 

For all of your hassle 

What did you win? 

Woe is the man with the Cheshire Cat grin 

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You criticise life 

You criticise pain 

You criticise situations you've never been in 

The dames with the dilettantes 

Will come soon enough 

All right 

The panic is leaking 

through every clear pore 

Your enema's weakened 

acetylene torch(?) 

Surrender the crucifix 

On the scorbutic rocks alright 

Alright 

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I'm in love with a saint 

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