Buckingham Rabbit

Back then I had a Buckingham rabbit

I'd been lonely since she found Christ

Now is the time to depend on the law

The nights of my professional life

It's the nights of my professional life

I was living in a very young city

Grand piano, great lakes goodbye

If you ask me my name, it's high-low-jack in the game

I can track a single bee to the hive

Every single game was a blowout

And the NASCAR blurred into porn

Scenic this, scenic that, don't fall for the traps

Of the man who was never born

The man who was never born

And so the rent became whiskey

And then my life became risky

And so the rent became whiskey, whiskey

Shattered dogs on the rocks

At the back of the bar there's a couch

Where the lonely people go and lie

They talk to the honky tonk psychiatrist

Into the wee hours of the night

Into the wee hours of the night

The factory's on muscle relaxers

The pine perfume of hilltown floors

The lover, the thinker, the talker, the singer

Won't be lucid for her anymore

Won't be lucid for her anymore

And so the rent became whiskey

And then my life became risky

And so the rent became whiskey, whiskey

Shattered dogs on the rocks, shattered dogs on the rocks

When you know how I feel I feel better

When you're fifteen you want to look poor

You do unto others and run like a mother

I don't want to look poor anymore

No, I don't want to look poor anymore

Jesus in a runaway shelter

Said "The deaf have pictures of you"

From the digital fountains to the analog mountains

Let the mirror express the room

Let the mirror express the room