Cold Son Lyrics - Real Emotional Trash - Stephen Malkmus

At the centre 

Where they go on weekdays 

It takes hours 

Just to slake that thirst 

Heavy heels 

And a daunting post rate 

Bad idea for your 

Blistered toes 

To my wheel well youre getting close 

So say adios 

The conjecturers reject the rose 

Dont stay high 

High 

High 

On abuse 

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Sometimes it feels 

Like the worlds stuffed with feathers 

Table-bottom gum 

Just holding it together 

A cold son 

I am 

Cold son 

I am 

You can chase it 

But it wont come easy 

Its a reverie 

So silver-quick 

It gets solid 

When youre old 

And hazy 

Takes no leverage to make me click 

Photos 

To my wheel well youre getting close 

The tension grows 

Defy conjecture and accept the rose 

Dont stay high 

High 

High 

On abuse 

Who was it that said 

The world is my oyster? 

I feel like a nympho 

Stuck in a cloister 

Cold son 

I am 

Cold son 

I am 

Face plant 

You stumble ahead 

Victim of your rival pretensions 

Know me 

Face plant 

You stumble ahead 

Rival to the bitter pretensions 

Know me 

Cold son 

I am 

Cold son 

I am