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Scuttled Down the Rill Songtext
von Will Currie & the Country French

Scuttled Down the Rill Songtext

What day is it?
What time is it now, and how long have I been here?
Ticks on watches somehow understate the affair.
This rail don't go nowhere—not that I can see.
If mine were fake, it would have a plot or some kind of endgame: cops and robbers, shoot 'em ups, or just a parade (just ticker tape in spades, I must be waiting on).
Just yours and older girls get scuttled down the rill.
Not Delta blues or just a prince of colonies, so what am I supposed to do with twos and threes?
Just hands that can play.
Can't win a game, these tables tilt away.
Just yours and older girls get scuttled down the rill
Lift my head, feet first is fine.
Arch my hands to a point and straighten my spine.
It seems cold, but it always gets warmer with time.
Just yours and older girls get scuttled down the rill

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