Lyrics of 'Cold Son' by Stephen Malkmus
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At the center where they go on weekdays
It takes hours just to slate that thirst
Heavy heels and a daunting post rate
Bad idea for your blistered toast
To my will well you're getting close
So say adios
The conjecture is reject the rose
Don't stay high on a abuse
Sometimes it feels like the world's stuffed with feathers
Table bottom gum holding it together
A Cold Son
I am
A Cold Son
You can chase it but it wont come easy
It's a revelry so silver quick
It gets solid when you're old and hazy
Takes no leverage to make me click
To my will well you're getting close
The tension goes
Defy conjecture and reject the rose
Don't stay high on abuse
Who is that said the world is my oyster
I feel like a nempho trapped in a cloister
A cold son
I am
A cold son
Face plant stumble ahead
Victim of your rival pretensions know me
Face plant stumble ahead
Rival to the bitter pretensions know me
Cold son
I am
Cold son
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