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Rilo Kiley - "A Town Called Luckey"
Lyrics to A Town Called Luckey : Happy birthday. Youre halfway to sixty. You have no land of your own, A job you despise and a lover thats mean. And you started noticing a disturbing thing; Birds eating other birds, just beyond the screen. So packed up your things and you hopped on the freeway headed east, And you drove for eight days, aimlessly. Telling yourself to be humble, singing yourself to be free, Being full aware that its a middle-aged crisis type thing. And you drove til you saw a sign for a town called luckey Spelled l-u-c-k-e-y Where the sugar towers rise to line and meet the streets. Checked into a motel, slept on cardboard sheets That covered the blood-stained matress underneath. Went to the local bar and you got yourself a drink. Telling yourself to be humble, singing yourself to be free. Its a middle-aged crisis type thing. It was the most rag-tag group you had ever seen; A splendid man with a moustache on both sides, nothing in-between, Looking like a preachers son who had given into the devil-worshipping scene. He was a real looker and he bought you a drink. And you proceeded to tell him everything And you were getting a bit hysterical, it seemed. You laughed like a carburetor and then you screamed All the doubt and the disbelief. Telling yourself to be humble, singing yourself to be free. Its a middle aged crisis type thing And he told you how he came to be as an altar boy by his fathers knees, And how he came to lose his faith. There was no touching, but advances were made... And his fathers hand in slow motion, it was approaching him And the doubt and disbelief crept over his young heart like the black ocean. A storm cloud, a hurricane, if you will... A storm cloud, a hurricane... Telling yourself to be humble, singing yourself to be free. Its a middle-aged crisis type thing. Go home late, find yourself happy. Its just a middle-aged crisis type thing. Its a middle-aged crisis type thing. Its a middle-aged crisis type thing. Its a middle-aged crisis type thing. Its a middle-aged crisis type thing. Its a middle-aged crisis type thing [ A Town Called Luckey Lyrics ]
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