You slept in your overalls after the wrecking ball bereft you of house and home
And left you with sweet fuck-all
So we got in your car with our kickabout hearts and we hollared out 'sweet clementine'
Tell your mom to marry us
A candle to carry us with cans on our bicycle fenders
So sweet and hilarious
And we'll find us a home built of packaging foam that will be there 'til after we die
And, I'll play the clarinet, use clamshells for castinets
We play with our bags on our shoulders, my sweet lady lioness
And I watch as you sleep so indelibly deep
And I hum to you sweet clementine...
The Decemberists - Clementine
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