A Casual Overdose — текст песни (Lowest of the Low)

A Saturday afternoon,
Nneteen seventy-two:
You can spell anything
And I`ve got a magic ring
And hockey cards in my spokes
A casual overdose
Of Pop Rocks and phrase mongering
but beauty`s a delicate thing

Out here in the open grass
Two tiny iconoclasts
Divvy some loot we stole
From Old Man Hatfield`s store
And bury the rest in a hole

A mournful November morn
Nineteen eighty-four
you stutter the words like rain
And the steps of cathedral stain
With resounding, resigning notes
A casual overdose
But I didn`t come here to grieve
And I know you have to leave
But Who`s gonna save your soul?
The Beatles at Hollywood Bowl
Or The Revolution Betrayed?
Don`t act like your mind isn`t made
I`ll believe in you either way

A kind of renaissance day
Nineteen eighty-eight
We`re the same in a different way
It`s the closeness that seperates
An awkwardly eloquent toast
From a casual overdose
Of punk rock and Chinatown hum
`Til we both are overcome
So we join our trembling hands
And clap for The Weakerthans
And Drink to our personal lore
Though we don`t make love anymore
We still share euphoria