Vic Chesnutt - Naughty Fatalist lyrics

Rave and rant in yer old Foster Grants I can see my billowy reflection You're a giant You're a giant A little late night caching A tender moving soul shake With all light diffused You'll wake up butch and bruised Butch and bruised Straight lines As the stork flies Ooh straight lines As the stork flies, As the stork flies Naughty, naughty fatalist Naughty, naughty Naughty, naughty fatalist Naughty fatalist, naughty fatalist An elderly woman on a fashionable couch Cane on the carpet tapping as she expounds Tapping, tap tapping A little late night caching A tender moving soul shake With all light diffused You'll wake up butch and bruised Butch and bruised Butch and bruised