Stephen Malkmus and the Jicks - Baltimore lyrics

You come on like gangbusters laying it thick Arboreal sleestack lost in the sticks It's warm for a witchtrial, don't you agree Cold are the hands that would ever touch me You got the energy of a cla**ic creep With s** vibe for miles and shark eyes asleep No intuition, no need to sleuth Poor is the man who would sully my view A one minute story is all that you are A song undeveloped, beyond the first bar For all of your hustle, what did you win Woe is the man with the cheshire cat grin You criticize life You criticize pain You criticize situations you've never been in But dawn for the dilletants will come soon enough Alright The panic is leaking through every clear pore Your animus weakened acetylene torch So root for the crucifix on the skull full of rot Alright I'm in love with the people I'm in love with a saint I'm in love with a soldier from Baltimore Baltimore Baltimore Baltimore Baltimore