Solid Gold Sole Songtext
von Lifter Puller

One week ago she worked at Mist
One Wednesday night for all we know
Of the true olden days

Now these discos make her sad

She only goes to check her bag
And bring it back into her
Southside hardwood floor apartment
Stashed in the battery pack of her boombox
The dance floor looks like Normandy
The smoke, the foam, the misery
Everyone lined up against the wall
The bathroom looks like Wounded Knee
The bloodshed and the ecstasy
Everyone was crowded in the stall


Department stores go on for miles
These retail chicks, they always smile
The new perfume counter girl
Tears apart my world
Southside hardwood floor apartment
Stuck in the cut that you made in your mattress

The dance floor looks like Normandy
The smoke, the foam, the misery
Everyone lined up against the wall
The bathroom looks like Wounded Knee
The bloodshed and the ecstasy
Everyone was crowded in the stall

One week ago she worked at Mist
She saw Juanita blow a kiss
Saw the DJ blow a fuse
She slips the shade inside her shoes