Bobby Drake - Same Kooks lyrics

They found me in a florist I was fried and out of focus I was kicking it with chemists The scratches on my back, they formed into a choir And belted out a chorus There were clicks and hisses and complicated kisses Gideon's got a pipe made from a Pringles can Hey hey, Providence You gotta fall in love with whoever you can The sheets stain but the sins wash away Naked bodies in the Naraganset Bay Same kooks don't shoot but they sure do sniff Same kooks can't fly because their wings are clipped Same kooks can't come but they sure do kiss Making love to the girls with the wrapped up wrists The lord takes away and the lord delivers Washed it all off in the Mississippi River We slept it off in the matinees We rip it up just like razor blades Now we just need something to celebrate I wanna open some bottles up I'm getting tired Of all these Styrofoam coffee cups She said it's hard to feel holy when you can't get clean And now she's bumping up against the washing machines She said its hard to slow down when you're picking up speed It was those two same kooks from that one stupid photo shoot It was those two same kooks from that one stupid photo shoot