The Hold Steady - Navy Sheets

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　　I guess we met a couple a bona-fide angels

　　But they all seemed kinda fat and fatigued

　　And now we're trying to match their mouths to the screens

　　Match their heads to their dreams

　　Everybody's searching out the softest seat

　　All dolled up for the funeral feast

　　Everyone's stabbing at the biggest piece

　　Clever kids kissing on a bleak retreat

　　Now I'm not really sure we were lovers

　　Or if it was just some kind of car crash

　　And now we're trying to find a DNA match

　　To match their heads to their hats

　　Everybody's reaching for the sharpest knife

　　Legs wide open on the opening night

　　Everybody's bathing in the laser lights

　　Clever kids screwing with some new device

　　Sunday morning, sidewalks flattered

　　Feverish in stylish tatters

　　Damn, this used to seem like grammar

　　I remember when it mattered

　　Can't get over what's transpired

　　Left home virgins, came back vampires

　　Built it out like back-scratched choirs

　　Really dead or really tired

　　Everybody's coming on their navy sheets

　　Everybody's coming on their navy sheets

　　Everybody wants to suck on something sweet

　　Everybody's coming on their navy sheets

　　Everybody's coming on their navy sheets