cigarettes and tarot cards and contraceptives
onto the olden barn-board all fall out
from the middle of a covert cache in a salesman's briefcase bible
abraham to the baptist all cut out
and its owner, he moves toward her
and i wish that i could be that honest
to look her in the eye and pull her leg right off
'cause i keep my virtue and my vice
confined in two separate lives
with which my conscience never coincides without my admission
cigarettes and tarot cards and contraceptives
onto the olden barnboard all fall out
from the middle of a covert cache in a salesman's briefcase bible
abraham to the baptist all cut out
and i wish that i could be that honest
to look her in the eye and pull her leg right off
'cause i keep my virtue and my vice
combined in one consummate lie
with which my conscience never seems to collide without conviction
seems we're just good country people with bad city hearts
we're just good country people with bad city hearts
white wool for our charm and a wolf's bite marks
good country people with bad city hearts
clean shirt for the the table with blood on our arms
we're just good country people with bad city hearts
white wool for our charm and a wolf's bite marks
good country people with bad city hearts
with bad city hearts, with bad city hearts...

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