Spit Shine Your Black Clouds Lyrics

You're walking through the forest where they

feed the trees broken glass.

John Lennon and the Rolling Stones crooning

in plastic bags.



Spit shine your black luck now, baby.



You turn on the radio, the speakers spit tangled

talk.

Everything is war and who's fucked their way to

the top.



But they'll eat black clouds we all eat black clouds.



You're working on a cruise now serving caviar to the cruel.

Oh, They repossessed your heart; you're making payments on your face, too.



Spit shine your black clouds now, baby.



And what if your religion turns out to be a cruel

joke, and you're fucked beyond all hope?



Gonna spit shine your black clouds now, baby.



First you stayed in bed all day and walked around all night.

Then you threw your phone away and slept

beneath the freeway underpass.

Your mother slit her throat after your father's

heart attack.

And you've got two little sisters still in school.



What'cha gonna do?

What'cha gonna do?



Just sit and watch the ships loading their freight

and pale pelicans feeding their young and grasp

at the barbarically charming sun.

Out on the weekend talked your way out of a first

date.

Said your uncle was famous, by then it was too late.



Spit shine your black luck now, baby.



Fall asleep to the tv--the cops are talking tough

to the cameras in the backseat, to the audience

at home.



But they'll eat black clouds we all eat black clouds.



Once you knew a girl with skin like a sapphire

sun.

Took you back to her apartment, told you

everything you did wrong.



Spit shine your black luck.

Spit shine your black luck.



Spit shine your black luck.

Spit shine your black luck.



Spit shine your black luck.

Spit shine your black luck.



The sky's so desolate like flesh on a

skull-shaped balloon.

You sit in bed writing love letters to yourself.



No black ink on the black paper, baby.



Stare at the ceiling, fall into dreamless sleep.

Day climbs your chimney, taps you on the

shoulder blade, "Spit shine your black clouds now, baby."



All your best friends grew up to be successful actresses.

All your bitter enemies died of liver failure in

Kent, Washington trailers.

All your brothers made babies until their brains

turned brown.

The world's lounging longways on an unbridled black cloud.



The world's lounging longways on an unbridled black cloud.



The world's lounging longways on an unbridled black cloud.