Long/Short Songtext
von Sanford:

The room smacked of
Casey Jones
If the opening second was put through a cheap 90s galaxy clone

The smoke hung low while glass struck the wood
Jukebox and conversations form an unidentified cacophonous chord

The neon shone down on this vintage wristwatch
Took a quick look and a key bump
Ordered himself another scotch
She began to sing while a guitar played
He thought back to Salinas
But the thought just faded away
And he slipped back a thousand yards as he withdrew
Is this thing on
Mic check, one, two, one, two


He wanted to be remembered how he used to be
But he never was
So he created more stories
Ghostwritten by a buzz
Throwing darts in the dark
He finally sunk his arrow in one
She was barely five
Oh, but a vulnerable one

He opened more charming than Gable did
A peck on the cheek
Then he dusted off a little graduate
Seduction line was quite a hit
She moved closer to him
But not sure she got the reference

His hand went down
Her skirt went up
Walking down the line
As his fingers parted her shrubs
She gushed John was the funniest thing
That she saw
So he told another story of a comic
With a habit of a coke and a straw

How are you, Mr. Fuck
I′m Mrs. Shit
He was doing his Mickey Rooney
Rambling writing bit


She laughed and laughed
Said, who's that
She was barely 26
Raised on a diet of reality smack

Her purse fell down
As she clutched his hog
A small vial rolled around
He hoped not crack, maybe Adderall

The time has come
You′re a place of mine
She lived downtown
Off the Broadway, 7th Avenue line

So off they went
Intention's bad
They were whisked away
In an old-time yellow livery cab

A mod two-bedroom, in a walk-up
Seemed like he thought
Well, just slightly off
Her room was dark
As he said to her
I know you kinda like me
Just leave out those four-letter words

F-U-K
L-U-V
You can't have both
So you better choose wisely

And while you think
Make up your mind
I guess I′ll do
Another line to pass the time
She left the bed to
Freshen up
She was back awful quick
Ready to bump and pump

Well, Murphy Brown wasn′t invited to the inaugural ball
But Cinderella here
Hell, she took it all

As the eyes rolled back
In his head
The door flew right open
And all the light covered the bed

She yelled and screamed
Confusion spread
And as it turned out
It was her mom, Giving him head

They fought and fought
As he faded back
To that smoke-filled room
Where Janis was singing"Bobby Mac"

The long and short
Not sure all you've heard
But motherfucker
Motherfucker ain′t a four-letter word

Motherfucker ain't a four-letter word
Motherfucker ain′t a four-letter word
Motherfucker ain't a four-letter word

Motherfucker ain′t a four-letter word
Motherfucker ain't a four-letter word
Motherfucker ain't a four-letter word
Motherfucker ain′t a four-letter word

Motherfucker ain′t a four-letter word
Motherfucker ain't a four-letter word
Motherfucker ain′t a four-letter word
Motherfucker ain't a four-letter word

Motherfucker ain′t a four-letter word
Motherfucker ain't a four-letter word
Motherfucker ain′t a four-letter word
Motherfucker ain't a four-letter word
Motherfucker ain't a four-letter word