Teksty: Ugly Casanova. Sharpen Your Teeth. Hotcha Girls.

Smells like autumn, smells like leaves;
you don't know that you'll rust and not belong so much
and then get left alone

Suck it up, take a ride and take a walk
and don't you know that old folks' homes smell so much like my own

The hotcha girls at the palisades,
dime store keets, pretty birds, pretty mouths
Mama's little truck stop rose, her dancy feet her happy laugh.
We were dropping dimes on the ponies in the cul-de-sac,
casting shadows throwing sparks
We left our teeth marks on the barrel of the gun,
the clipper ship across your chest
Turns out the pony only had one trick, a wink for the truck stop boys.
They learned it all from the polaroids

Smells like autumn smells like leaves,
you don't know that you'll rust and not belong so much
and then get left alone

Suck it up, take a ride and take a walk
and don't you know that old folks' homes smell so much like my own
Time blends light, paint's all peeling, wait outside, take four rights

The hotcha girls in the palisades
dime store keets, pretty birds, pretty mouths
Glass eyes and the wooden teeth,
the engine's rusting in deep deep sleep, it waits
The mail came from miles away, the postal man was always late,
and we wait and we wait

Tight lipped with a big ol mouth,
The government workers all headed south while it rained
Glassy eyes and wooden teeth, the engine rusted in deep deep sleep
it waits, and it waits, to awake