[00:00.00] The Shins[00:00.27]Miscellaneous[00:00.69]Phantom Limb[00:04.14]Foals in Winter coats,[00:07.17]White girls of the North,[00:12.15]File past one, five and one,[00:17.46]They are the fabled lambs,[00:20.07]of Sunday ham,[00:21.60]The EHS norm.[00:25.50]And they can float above the class,[00:29.07]In circles if they tried,[00:32.19]A latent power I know they hide,[00:37.50]To keep some hope alive,[00:40.08]That a girl like I could ever try,[00:42.06]Could ever try.[00:49.92]So we just skirt the hallway signs,[00:55.08]A phantom and then A fly,[00:57.30]And Follow the lines and wonder why[01:04.50]There's no connection.[01:06.15]A week of rolling eyes,[01:09.06]amd cheap shots from the tribe,[01:14.01]And we're off to Nemarotca's porch again,[01:19.56]Another afternoon with the goat-head tunes,[01:24.12]And pilfered booze.[01:27.48]We wandered through her mama's house,[01:31.05]And the milk from the window lights,[01:33.75]Family portrait circa ninety-five,[01:39.48]This is that foreign land,[02:03.12]With the sprayed on tans,[02:04.14]And it all feels fine,[02:04.56]Be it silk or slime,[02:05.01]So, when they tap our Monday heads,[02:05.64]Two zombies walk in our stead,[02:06.21]This town seems hardly worth our time,[02:08.10]And we'll no longer memorize or rhyme,[02:13.08]Too far along in our crime,[02:15.69]Stepping over what now towers to the sky,[02:22.50]With no connection.[02:26.49]oooh woah oh woah oh Repeated 4x's(chorus)[02:56.31]So, when they tap our Sunday heads,[03:01.08]Two zombies walk in our stead,[03:04.26]This town seems hardly worth our time,[03:12.09]And we'll no longer memorize or rhyme,[03:17.07]Too far along in our crime,[03:19.77]Stepping over what now towers to the sky,[03:26.55]With no connection.[03:28.50]oooh woah oh woah oh(chorus repeated till fade out)