You come on like gangbusters laying it thick
Arboreal sleestack 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 view
A one minute story is all that you are
A song undeveloped, beyond the first bar
For all of your hustle, what did you win
Woe is the man with the Cheshire cat grin
You criticize life
You criticize pain
You criticize situations you've never been in
But dawn for the dilettantes will come soon enough
Alright
The panic is leaking through every clear pore
Your animus is weakened acetylene torch
So root for the crucifix on the skull full of rot
Alright
I'm in love with the people
I'm in love with a saint
I'm in love with a soldier from Baltimore
Baltimore
Baltimore
Baltimore
Baltimore
Baltimore Video (MV)
Performed By: Stephen Malkmus And The Jicks
Language: English
Length: 6:37
Written by: Irving Kahal, Dan Healey, Jimmy Mc Hugh
Stephen Malkmus And The Jicks - Baltimore Lyrics
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You come on like gangbusters laying it thick
Arboreal sleestack 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 view
A one minute story is all that you are
A song undeveloped, beyond the first bar
For all of your hustle, what did you win
Woe is the man with the Cheshire cat grin
You criticize life
You criticize pain
You criticize situations you've never been in
But dawn for the dilettantes will come soon enough
Alright
The panic is leaking through every clear pore
Your animus is weakened acetylene torch
So root for the crucifix on the skull full of rot
Alright
I'm in love with the people
I'm in love with a saint
I'm in love with a soldier from Baltimore
Baltimore
Baltimore
Baltimore
Baltimore
Arboreal sleestack 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 view
A one minute story is all that you are
A song undeveloped, beyond the first bar
For all of your hustle, what did you win
Woe is the man with the Cheshire cat grin
You criticize life
You criticize pain
You criticize situations you've never been in
But dawn for the dilettantes will come soon enough
Alright
The panic is leaking through every clear pore
Your animus is weakened acetylene torch
So root for the crucifix on the skull full of rot
Alright
I'm in love with the people
I'm in love with a saint
I'm in love with a soldier from Baltimore
Baltimore
Baltimore
Baltimore
Baltimore
Writer: Irving Kahal, Dan Healey, Jimmy Mc Hugh
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC