Field Report - Chico The American lyrics

We were martyred in the homes of our friends on a hard drinking decade of weekends convinced that we were firing our lasers to the surface of the moon Retreat to all the noise, out to the places that we would go pound that pus-y, bloody cyst off with a weather-treated two by four Praying for the singularity coming for to carry you home one-time hero forgotten how to carry your given load Hey, hey, Doris Day send my love for me now please, please, Glen Shirley, say hello for me now to Chico the American. Chico the American taught me to drink clear which ushered in the Age of Gin and lead to the Gimlet Years. When he lobbed that crystal tumbler through the gla** cooler door past the blues band in the strip mall with a barrel-chested roar it was just as funny- but less blood- that the ‘62 Dakota war praying for the singularity coming for to carry you home hey, hey, Jon Benet send my love for me now please, please, Dom de Louise say hello for me now to Chico the American