Letra de Roman Guitars - Craig Finn

The pigs all stormed the Bennigan's
The band played "Touch My Stuff" again
We were living up in Michigan back then

The only cats we ever met
Were mangy lame and dripping wet
These are not the kind of cats you pet

I bet when all the lights come up
This club is covered up in cups
Counting cash and coins and gushing blood

The only songs this singer sings
Are songs about his victim things
No one ever loved him like you did
And then he points at every kid

Some old man in a Vikings van
Drinks Coppola straight from the can
He keeps on misunderstanding what the plan is

Once you're stationed in the back
Kick in the doors, surprise attack
Shut your eyes and shoot into the shack

All your tiny particles
Add up to something beautiful
All these little building blocks
Creating something high and hot

All your little sleight of hand
Means nothing to the science man
He locked us in the hospital
And walked us through the chemicals
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Deep blue truths and glassy eyes
Little looks they pulverize
And the band slides into "Where Are You Tonight?"

The only songs this singer sings
Are songs about his victim things
And no one ever loved him like you do
And now he's pointing right at you

'Cause all your little molecules
Pattern into something drunk and cute
Computers kids and chemicals
The flowers and the fruits

Legal streets and Cream of Wheat
America runs on blistered feet
Coffee cups and donut shops
Depression and defeat

All your little molecules
All your little molecules
Add up to something beautiful

All your little molecules
Add up to something beautiful
Add up to something beautiful
The flowers and the fruits

All your little molecules
Add up to something beautiful