Cass McCombs
Cass McCombs
Cass McCombs
Cass McCombs
Cass McCombs
Cass McCombs
Cass McCombs
Cass McCombs
Cass McCombs
Cass McCombs
Cass McCombs
Cass McCombs
Cass McCombs
Cass McCombs
Cass McCombs
Cass McCombs
Cass McCombs
Cass McCombs
Cass McCombs
You taught me alphabet and technique
You baptized me in the cool creek
I think in English through and through
And all thanks to you
I inherited your calloused skin
And when I left, I thought I’d never sin
Independent, but not necessarily
Now on, the state will take care of me
Will take care of me
Who will get the last laugh?
A child’s smile moves up the graph
Render unto Caesar what is his
Ah, it is what it is
Now I’m a life force of my own
I can initiate another drone
Until it decides it can no longer sit
Then the state will take care of it
Will take care of it