Pitchfork - Joshua James

I must admit that when the TV set broke

I started thinking, oh, what’s the bother anyway

What’s the bother anyway

We walked down into the nearest drugstore

A bottle of aspirin and a dirty pitchfork

Cured everything inside that ever hurt

It cured everything inside that never worked

You said you wished that you’d become an actress

But pretty pictures in the magazines are sick

They make you feel like shit

The bodies that they fit are half a serving hips

The night dissolved and then the morning sun rose

Open your eyes and let the colors turn you black

For half a heart attack

Let it fit you in for cancer of the skin

'Cause singing’s just like death prolonging on your breath

And all we are is bone, it’s friction we control

In the coat I bought, in the coat

In the park we fought in the coat I bought for you

In the dress you wore, in the dress

In the dress you wore with a dirty pitchfork too

In the coat I bought, in the coat

In the coat I bought, in the coat

In the park we fought in the coat I bought for you

In the dress you wore, in the dress

In the dress you wore, in the dress

In the dress you wore with a dirty pitchfork too

In the car we spoke and you asked

So I drove you home and my knees

If I called you out would you say that you were wrong?

I can feel my hands, I can feel

Turn the headlights down, drive along

In the dress you wore with a dirty pitchfork too

In the dress you wore with a dirty pitchfork too