作词 : Sam Cooke/Kurt Vile

作曲 : Kurt Vile

You may think that it's funny now

That I got a headache like a shop vac coughin' dust bunnies

It's hard to see when it's all red

And all you hear are just white noises

This little one she's a delicate creature

No safety features to hold her down

Girl you've been running on all cylinders

Pulling the yard and cutting hard

But no they won't find us lying down on the ground

And it ain't at the bar where I am or you are

We'll take a puff on a cigarette and see what we get

An invigorating fix and a black lung

Don't know much about history

Don't know much about the shape I'm in

There ain't no manual to our minds

We're always looking baby all the time

But no we won't find it rolling around on the ground

And it ain't at the bar where I am where you are

I took a puff on a cigarette saw what I get

An invigorating fix and a black lung

You think you're tired put your face in my place

We swap faces and I see you're tired

It's hard to think with a squashed brain and

Let's hope that don't leave a permanent stain

How can you talk over all that racket

What's there to feel but totally whacked

But we don't got time to wallow around in it

Though it don't look so far away from where we are

I wanna put out the cigarette and leave it behind

Hold you real close take you by the hand

We'll walk away

Walk aw