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Hostile, Mass.
The Hold Steady
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A knock-off neck tie
The way he wore it made it look more like a tourniquet
I looked deep in his eyes
I saw Lynn, Massachusetts
She hung a sleeveless dress up on a sleeved up lifestyle
Girl you gotta cover that
She saw him gushing blood from wide open wounds
And she decided that she loved him
They put the screws into Charlemagne
He had a detox dream, he saw Christ in all his glory
Charlemagne didn't feel any pain
But he's bleeding from the holes in his story
He said, "Hey, my name's Corey, I'm really into hardcore
People call me Hard Corey"
Don't you hate these clever people
And all these clever people parties?
In the park drinking Dark Bacardi
Thinking things are funny when they really ain't that funny
The kids on the corner they keep getting stung
The colour of our teeth matches the colour of our tongues
In the Back Bay Fens getting gentle
Up against the fence with some guy who looks like Mickey Mantle
Dirty minds keep coming through the mud
The colour of their eyes matches the colour of our blood
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He had a painters cap
It said Panama Jack, it had the flaps on the back that kept the sun off his neck
He woke up deep in Hostile, Massachusetts
Reaching out to try to touch the special effects
He had no shoes and no pants, and they dressed him in a shirt with a collar
And they called him Porky Pig
And the two of you went up to his room
But later on you wouldn't admit you did
Seeing lousy movies but only for the AC
Skimpy little outfits and bad guys acting crazy
And that's how I know when you're lying
It looks just like overacting
The kids on the corner are cracking and caving in
Turning over and turning other kids in
I never want to make you feel uncomfortable
I hope I never did
They met as kids and he was angry and angsty
Yeah, she was a damned good dancer
I'll be damned if they didn't disappear
Wandered out of mass one day and faded into the fog and love and faithless fear
Charlemagne in sweatpants and you and me in Hostile, Massachusetts
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