Owen - A Trenchant Critique lyrics

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Owen - A Trenchant Critique lyrics

You said that you finally heard the voices in my head Or at least I think you did I'm so easily confused, an inebriated fool Who doesn't know his right from left or often right from wrong Once said and I quote, I just read this thing that you wrote in college A trenchant critique of anthropology Being accepted as a social science And not the art of educated observation And all the things that we can learn about ourselves In the context of someone else Another vaguely remembers swimming naked with strangers One summer night on that ill fated tour Well, those were formative years And maybe that's why I like to drink my beers warm I like to take my pants off, I like a little ink on my girl I always thought I'd end up owning my own boat before a home