Jewelry Lyrics

Mama feels stupid because she doesn't

Wear her jewelry out

It's real gold no brass, no none

Brass is the bullet's cartridge chambered in the barrel of papa's gun

I don't feel sorry for you

But I will get somewhere to defend you

Or something like that

You can find me living in postcards and pictures

Baring my teeth, free of grief you hold onto

So what can I say?

I'm a product of rusted youth

And what can I write to dissolve it all, pretend it's something new

Won't get my teeth fixed

But got a metal mouth

Gave me a silver tongue, trip every other vowel

But every other vowel transmits

Looking through my eyes, remind me why

I don't feel sorry for you

But I will get somewhere to defend you

Or something like that

You can find me living in postcards and pictures

Baring my teeth, free of grief you hold onto

I can live the good life

Rather be rough cut than gathering dust, yes I

I can live the good life

Rather be rough cut than gathering rust and dust

I feel sorry for you, but I will get somewhere to spite you

It's simple, don't be those numbers

I'm starting to think that I won't be

Never cared much for charts and statistics

But how many more earrings, ma?

How many more diamonds and pearls?

Did you know I count them with you?

Did you know?