Letra de Pensacola de Soul Coughing

Oh pride is not a sin,
And that's why I have gone on down to Wal-Mart
With my checkbook to get you some.

Like waves in which you drown me, shouting

I knoe you must've realized by now

And by the lawnchairs there
Next to the racks of guns
Your self esteem is waiting
Canned up in alluminum