Engine - Slaughter Beach, Dog

Produced by：Slaughter Beach/Dog

When they stole that van

In the front of my house

There was a part of me tied to the engine

Maybe I was the engine

Dragging those boys through the desert

Tumbleweeds in my hubcaps

Tambourine shoved in the driveshaft

New chords locked in the glove box

Pull it all downstairs in the red-light bar

On the carpeted stage the ceiling comes down to my ballcap

Outside the air weighs a hundred pounds

Bridesmaids pour out of the bar doors

Everything black but the concrete

You take the front seat I'll try to drive

It's hard enough singing when the hotel chokes on your memories

Maybe let's watch the sopranos

Maybe let's order in Chinese

The laundry machine isn't breathing

I write about Julie in a little white chair

There's nothing for music there's Styrofoam crushed in the garbage

Someone says let's get a move on

Aw man I'm just gettin' my groove on

There's sleeping bags over their shoulders

I thought you were crying

You said you were through for good

Nothing funny

It always goes that way this time

San Francisco in the night time

Pacing outside of the grocery store

Saying I can't do this

We went in the woods

It was just me and you

The river was dry

You pulled me down under the water

Funny what makes you feel cared for

Funny how well I remember

What a relief to be grateful

The blood leaks right out of my body

Right out of my body

At the family reunion above ground pool

There were uncles all over

Nieces on edges of buildings

Peering down into the party

Barbecue breath on their pink tongues

Lemonade stains on their tank tops

We went away to the coatroom

Lay still there under the window

Called out the names of your brothers

The truth is I live to roll over