Brian Deck - Hotcha Girls lyrics

[Verse 1: Issac Brock] Smells like autumn, smells like leaves You don't know that you'll rust And not belong so much And then get Left alone s** it up, take a ride and Take a walk And don't you know that Old folks' homes smell so much Like my own [Verse 2: John Orth] The hotcha girls at the palisades Dime store keets, pretty birds, pretty mouths Mama's little truck stop rose Her dancing feet, her happy laugh We were dropping dimes on the ponies In the cul-de-sac Casting shadows Throwing sparks [Issac Brock] The mail came from miles away The postal man is always late And we wait [John Orth] We left our teeth marks On the barrel of a gun The clipper ship across your chest [Issac Brock] Gla** eyes and the wooden teeth The engines rusted in deep deep sleep, it waits To awake [John Orth] Turns out the pony Only had one trick: A wink for the truck stop boys [Issac Brock] Tight lipped with a big old mouth The government workers all headed south While it rained [John Orth] They learned it all From the Polaroids [Issac Brock] Gla**y eyes and the wooden teeth The engine rusted in disbelief Away [Verse 3: Issac Brock] Smells like autumn, smells like leaves You don't know that you'll rust And not belong so much And then get Left alone s** it up, take a ride and Take a walk And don't you know that Old folks' homes smell so much Like my own Time bends light Paint's all peeling Wait outside Take four rights [John Orth] The hotcha girls at the palisades Dime store keets; pretty birds, pretty mouths [Issac Brock] Gla** eyes and the wooden teeth The engines rusted in deep deep sleep It waits The mail came from miles away The postal man was always late And we'd wait Tight lipped with a big old mouth The government workers all headed south While it rained Gla**y eyes and wooden teeth The engines rusted in deep deep sleep It waits It waits It waits To awake