Texty:
Pavement Westing By Musket And Sextant

I'm just waiting waiting for the baptist That sad suck-off left me in damascus I'm just waiting waiting for the baptist That sad suck-off, that shit left

get the fuck out of this town 'Cause I got a lot of things to do, a lot of places to go Well, I've got a lot of good things coming my way And I'm afraid

From now on, I make haste To carry my skin into the arm Must of [unverified], never less, never less Caught might grow in to a mind that eats like a big

And she believed, she believed in me I told her o lip suction fragment And she believed, she believed in me I told her I was free of disease And she

My space is ready to be taken By the sweat up high, with the fucked up eyes with the ugly face the ugly face, the ugly face, the ugly face, the ugly

Started in the old south I brought it to the new west Sold it for a dry claim I bought it back the hard way I've got a mine that's fine Isn't it the

back and wait Pockets may be deeper She always had a nickel to spare And now my blood blisters, my blister is black So wash my hands across my chest And