Vārdi: Stephen Malkmus. Real Emotional Trash. We Can't Help You.

There's no common goal
there's no moral action
there's no modern age
from which to run away

There's no grace in love
with a known projection
there's no sky above
for you to cry into

We can't help you
find a place to

Well, I wish for once
you would just start copin'
every night and day
tell me what to say

You were over ripe
you were never open
you were just a stripe
on the gay crusade


we can't help you
find a place to

She knows one is one
she can let it through now
she can kill me cool
welcome to the ruse

Well, I've seen the storm
it is off your shoulder
party in the cage
blow us all away

We can't help you
find a place to
we can't help you
find a place to lay