Liz Phair - Jeremy Engle lyrics

Jeremy Engle Lives in a tangled Rent controlled apartment With his communist family There are books all around them The dining room table is lacquered With news clippings Yellowing badly They argue at dinner His brother's friends drop by To throw a line in or two About Tolstoy They all play guitar And they're all very far away In their own minds From the upper west side Of manhattan I never got past his Googly eyes That looked at me sadly In mocking surprise The way a lord looks at his placemat Or a stain on his tie It never happened for me And Jeremy Engle though Wanted to step through that portal And try on that other dimension Of high high browism Jeremy's hair and brow Grow very high And no not I I'm more of a napkin Not blessed with the vision Beyond how I'm matching The china and wine Now there are the Engles Skewering Lenin And chewing through Six pounds of venison Thigh that they shot up In upstate New York At their uncle's Jeremy needs me To wipe off his eye Some gelatinous thingy That his brother's rebu*taling Mouthful let fly Sometimes all you need is a napkin Sometimes all you need is a napkin