Francesca Wexler - Oyster Lyrics

Carl movin' Carla out his Montecarlo
Out to soccer moms who carpool out in Colorado
Cut his teeth on Parliaments courtesy of tar smoke
His lungs on charcoal but the diamonds sparkle, baby
Saw him on his six speed, wondered if he gargled
I was f*cking sixteen, everything was carnal
Suburban tarpit, we were part, we were parcel
Tire marks on the asphalt, eight years old playing cowgirl
Merry go, riding around on the carousel
Marigolds like emeralds on my turf
Neighbourhood like Mister Rogers

Rogers, Rogers
Oyster world but I ain't like pearls, like pearls
Neighbourhood like Mister Rogers, Rogers
Oyster world but I ain't like pearls, like pearls

Yeah, just like Mister Rogers, Rogers
Oyster world but I ain't like pearls, like pearls
Tomboy fronting like I ain't like like, like girls
Oyster world but I ain't like pearls

I remember city lights was always flickering
And my life was a revolving door
Of revolver women

They tried to catch me lacking
Silverback stacks, three stacking
Stashed in boxes that should have the Air Maxes
Mattress has been getting fatter
Wisconsin, Lonestar, them my alma matter
Want a ranch in Ruby Valley with the cattle
Greener pastures, blue rock, opened up the chakras
Eyes open, nose clean, still singing ballads
Fever pitch, I'll make a glass house shatter
I felt as big as God when I lost heaven
Got a sawed off shotgun but she all velvet
My girl all gun, all assault weapon
In a crushed blue tux leaving bomb fragments
We'll be sawdust in the cosmos one day
But for now we eat pasta al dente
And the sauce from a jar but
We pretend its authentic goddamn it

I remember city lights the most cause they were always flickering
Every time I'd be on the streetcar I'd get off at Carlton Cinema
I was renting an apartment in the Garden District
And my life was a revolving door of revolver women
And often, I mean often
I'd walk down Church Street with thoughts of sinning
I mean, it's an odd place to try and find God isn't it?