Punchlines Lyrics

I wish I'd been pretty or a punchline

If you're going to play it best be for keeps my friend

"Where are us young people going?

Into hot molten winds, like hips in motion

The archways skeletal crumbling into the sand"

I'd rather be a handkerchief than a funny home video

The barkeeps and regulars focused on the TV

Cheer mournfully

The man in the box once waged wars when there were none

In their company

His initials cascade across and back into the pinball machine

I'm not a princess or a mannequin

Got a lot of what it takes and strings at the limbs

Like a bird's nest or bowling pins

Got a lot of what it takes to get along again '

I'm no empress, or a pseudonym

Got a lot of what it takes, neither king nor kingpin

Just wordless on sprawling tin

Got a lot of what it takes to get along again my friend

Seesaw where the chimney sweep sleeps

While singing saws weep for the evening

Though they crave grotesquery the crowd agrees to part

And into houses collapsing-

There's sweeping fire and dust to breath

Lining our lungs alongside popcorn and nicotine

Close to the pyre, enough to read the headlines

As they curl under logs like rinds

Collected baseball caps

Glum and ceremonious

Between the moosehead and mousetraps

With Andy standing on his desk, only in virtual spaces now and never in jest

Got a lot of what it takes to get along

Canned laughter and makeup

Might ease the strain of excessive distance and time

Got a lot of what it takes to get along

I lack the grace for saving

This surplus and wreckage are mine to forsake