Words and music by Roddy Frame





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I put all the love and beauty

In the spirit of the night

And I'm holding my ticket tight.

Stupidity and suffering

Are on that ticket, too

And I'm going down the dip with you.



I swear I'm touched but then I'm tired

Everyone who tries to tie me.

'Cause I seem to realize

That my cup overflows.

And then I tumble down and take your hand

And no one even knows.

With the broken backs

And the pack of Macks

Sayin' that's the way it goes.



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'Cause I been facin' all the red

Me, I'm chasin' all the orange.

And while the bourgeois breed

All you need is greed

And that quiet remembrance day.

I'm gonna pull that chain

'Til the heavens rain

And I see them wash away.



'Cause I've bound myself to virtue

But I'm bound to be amused.

If it's less than this

You know I can't approve.

I've been hangin' with the hollow men

Who never got the groove

And I'm going down the dip with you.



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