Still Life with Hot Deuce and Silver Platter Songtext

von Titus Andronicus

You're going through phases -
Are you some kind of man
Either way, these here boots
It's all true, isn't it?
There's no real altruism, kid
It's just a new set of clothes
On the same old selfishness
- cold piss!
Out, walking the street
Alleged elegant truths
And the other relevant dudes
Arrogant enough to believe
This is developing news
I exist just as a fish
Stuck with the pelican blues
- hot deuce!
I hear you took it to another level
Tonight I'm crying for a baby
Who's never going to be born
My authentic self was aborted
You know I'll always be a junkie
You see me spread across the floor
Don't come around no more
But I'm not gonna cry
Thinkin' bout that baby
Try to bring that man to life
But what of the classic contest
Content versus Context?
Con men contact Content's next of kin
Saying “I'm looking for your least-feminine lesbian
We're gonna pump her so full of bovine estrogen
She won't be masculine, I'm high on mescaline
But no one knows, cause I shit on some Mexicans”