You nature lover / you country punk / you bowl me over / I'm not that drunk

listen mr. cute sweater you are all kinds of a sugar	Punk as shit like a motherfucker	on the black current of a tarmac road	We are starstuff, billion year-old carbon; got to get ourselves back into The Garden
Son of a Preacher Man	I was discovered by scientists, what will they call me?	Nobody writes poetry about science	Skoal
Kristin Hersh	Barrel Horses and Window Crackers	eyes that stole my every secret	We were never really friends
meat pants	Why we have mosquitos	Southern Culture	those valiant men who saved New Orleans
Alleycat	Your mushroom clouds (and your ketchup stained reply)	You every era anachronism, soft-shoeing to pantomime beats	Slow Jams
bowl me over	Waterton Glacier International Peace Park	I couldn't see them through all the corn	Médecins Sans Frontières

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