Howe Gelb - Saint Conformity lyrics

he's got a mean streak that's 2 miles wide a wicked widow's peak that his lost hat won't hide has some family round here well aware of his leathery pride lives down by the racetrack so he knows the inside he's not a bad joe, just talk to the girl that used to know she was a waitress for a while, 'til the clubhouse changed her style she went from small town looker to dressing like a myopic optimistic hooker well adorned with accessory like the back hand of benny the booker oh conformity, saint conformity won't you come down here and clutter up her form for me if l live my life in routine would you make the meantime a little less mean it's a watermark, this thing you settled for corrosive material, this thing you settled for it's an endless ache, a heart attack and an earthquake all of this and more, or less, this thing you settled for his tongue has the bite, 'til he pickles it just right his brain took the train, which left his heart out in the rain his manner is neglect, any of your help is only suspect his memory is stuck in slo-mo rewind of how her eyes used to shine