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Means, Motive and Opportunity

by Ill Jack Daisy

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1.
Burn in Hell 05:22
I hope you get that big Frigidaire I hope you get those Egyptian sheets I hope you're happy in your rocking chair Baby bouncing on your knee And I hope someday you cut that old willow down Been such an eyesore since the storm And I hope you still come around When you don't love me anymore I hope you live to be one hundred and three and baby when we say farewell I hope you burn in hell I hope you still sneak your cigarettes Just like you always said you would And if your neighbor sees I hope she forgets Right there that minute like she should And I hope that you never lay awake Thinking about the years gone by Laugh for me and make no mistake It's music to me every time I hope you live to be one hundred and three and baby when we say farewell I hope you burn in hell I hope you write that children's book And I hope you help the poor I hope you never learn to clean or cook Or open your own door And I hope someday you make your peace with God And I hope you're not afraid To lay your body down in pine and sod When you meet your dying day I hope you live to be one hundred and three and baby when we say farewell I hope you burn in hell
2.
Drum rolls hot when the super's gone Poker chips, twenties and government bonds I ran the rat race But I never won Get down on my knee when the laundry's done Get down on my knee Get down on me knee My baby needs a ring and man she needs it soon And I never saved a dollar leaning on my broom But I clean up nice Plastic thunder and the paper rains Cotton-press steady on the weather vane A little weather for the wear A little weather for the tear Watch that little window from your folding chair Watch that little window Watch that little window She needs a wedding ring before the baby shows Been buying time with sleight of hand & baggy clothes But I clean up nice Linen sheets and pocket folds I think about Sing Sing and the big pay load A brand new chip off this broke old block My blue-eyed baby with a borrowed rock But I clean up nice
3.
When I'm too old to drink, I'll be bona fide When I'm too old to drink, I'll backslide no more When I'm too old to drink, I'll be so sweet and kind Leave these old hijinks and wicked ways behind But now I'm a tender youth Sopped in rye and that dry vermouth And I've got to warn you, baby You just can't count on me 'Cause I'll be out with these same old fools Telling lies from the same barstools Until I'm too old to drink When I'm too old to drink, I'll be on the level When I'm too old to drink, I will raise no hell When I'm too old to drink, I'll be so warm and gentle And baby, don't you think that it'd suit me well? But now I'm a tender youth Sopped in rye and that dry vermouth And I've got to warn you, baby You just can't count on me 'Cause I'll be out with these same old fools Telling lies from the same barstools Until I'm too old to drink
4.
Hinterland 04:17
Plucking curlers from their hair Perfume just a touch Send their husbands on their way And set the kids out playing jacks and double dutch All these corn-fed country women Thinking about a glass of wine at 8am They're all standing by the window Waiting for the milkman to walk by again Never lonely, they're never blue Feeling feverish in the morning Nightgown draped just so That scented paper on the doorframe Reads "Doctor, you can make yourself at home I'm just waiting in the bedroom Working on a little brandy for my ills Won't you come upstairs and join me? Maybe you can help me to explain these chills" Never lonely, they're never blue Run home to the city Tell them spinsters what you saw Tell them that there's something to the land The dairy out there does delivery And the doctor comes right to your door And the sheriff leaves those back roads undermanned Sheriff, sheriff, hurry over Someone's in my home There's footsteps creaking in the study And the old man's fishing, left me all alone Bring your tin star, your revolver I'm so desperate I don't know what I might do Leave your truck parked around the corner Leave the rabbits on the back roads for a few Never lonely, they're never blue
5.
Honeypot 04:21
You asked what harm just a drop could do I should have known Honey, I can't say no to you I should have known You're good, you're good, you're good Made and easy mark of me A babe out in the woods A lamb to fleece I've been had, I've been took Stick me with a fork 'cause I've been skinned and cooked And I can't take anymore I should've known it's no love It's just a honeypot Those golden eyes by the candle light I should have known Sticky fingers at the edge of sight I should have known I'd wake up all alone Bitter sweetness on my tongue Hard candy pneumonia Down in my lung I've been had, I've been took Stick me with a fork 'cause I've been skinned and cooked And I can't take anymore I should've known it's no love It's just a honeypot

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released July 17, 2011

Dan Raphaelson - Vocals, guitar, harmonica
Nick Marshall - Guitar, vocals
Mike Heyman - Drums, percussion
Derek Heyman - Bass

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