Wrens - Per Second Second lyrics

I had this dream again Ann shot me.... Per second second faster from the winner's line And the lord pulled up yea-high We drove on Throw coal to fire try to make Short Hills Lordy gathered k**s - two from France and one from Avalon k**'s kitchen lazy-Susan spinning down A sure sign he's left town k** can't hide Not for long God's bu*ton-down silk-blended shirt by Ralph Rauren ($65) Pants by House of Men ($95) Hair by Xi of Fort Lee He had a ___ ___ and the slickest DA cut A dueling scar of what It's so him Soooo A.D. I gave as s**y as I got In every vacant lot The lord taught me a lot SBS CCD 8-track of crimson & clover Drove playing it over and over Shot rock-splitter to god: carry me home We picked up Hope who fell down faith and pulled up stakes Staking odds on bigger breaks Bottle spins (kiss) Win I spy I spy s** becomes our crappy sad reward For another day endured Leg on dash Hand on thigh She said, 'you're on my hair! You're on my hair! Press hard I'm almost there. Driver, yes! Spill the wine!' Homecomings all reveal Shortcomings and old devil's deal I'm shot