The Old Gold Shoe

[Verse 1]
The gold stereo
Stretches out the sound
Turns the plates until they're rounded
The whole that you know
Gets closer to the ground
Closer to that thing you found
For all our massive brains
To call on choked remains
It's painful, it's certain
That something's bound to break
Inside

[Verse 2]
This house is not alone
I'm kicking 'round here somewhere
So check behind the ancient speaker
Like painful southern bliss
Poured upon like caramel
And garnished with some crushed pecans
To grow is not to grind
To mope is not to mind
The old cap, the geezer
The fifteen-second teaser

[Verse 3]
Behold and you know
Everyone's a ringer
He's not even a very good singer
The dirt on the tracks
Has hardened into clusters of
Earthen lakes and honey mustard
A storm is closing in
Our leaves start to spin
It's getting much later
I wish I heard your radio
Tonight

[Verse 4]
The people in the rain
Are staring through our backs
Wishing you had half a brain
For all our little pain
Tender is the mangle
The science diet the ivory tangle
It all goes away
Each and every stinking day
I'm getting much better
This night's little upsetter

[Verse 5]
The kids out in the street
Take their toys and break them
Look at them, then walk away
The guy on that cross
Is holier than I
But then again he's made from plastic
And for all our massive brains
That call on choked remains
It's painful and it's certain
That something's bound to break
Inside