Souvenirs Lyrics

Like an A frame you can touch it

Like a souvenir poking in your pocket

Like a rubberband leaves a thumbprint

Like a handful of sand in your armpit

A collector's mind

I get a whiff and I'm paying any price

Nobody can deny that you're making me work for it

I can't ignore it

Lucky number 24 and it won't quit

Like a headache strapped on a rocket

Like a phillips-head stuck in the socket

A collector's mind

Looking back it looks better all the time

Nobody would deny that you're making me work for it

Like a smoking section of an aeroplane

Like a dog tag with your brother's name

Like a ring full of keys to old haunts

It's the smell of your house growing up

Like a spark hits a dumpster and goes up in flames

Once you spot it everything will start to change

I have a piece of your life

In a pocket of mine

Have another man's life

In a pocket of mine