Stephen Malkmus - No More Shoes lyrics

Came from the top of the deck Warm and direct No more shoes No more news No more blues Iranian gown on your frame Born to the game No more shoes No more news No more blues--getcha back! All my stray thoughts They are unarranged All my stray thoughts They are impure Give me sidearm compliments Give an autopsy of the event Such uneven principles Time and time and time again Spare me your contrarian thaw Beautiful nerves, send you wild Lost in a pile Of old shoes Of old news Of old blues A gallery of vivid dreams Torn and extreme No more shoes No more news No more shoes No more blues No more, no more, no more, no more No more more more more blues I was made for lovin' you, baby I want my alka-seltzer!