November 12, 2015

Lyrics

Woo!
John Darnielle comin' to you live from the main room here at [?].
Peter Hughes, Brandon Eggleston, and the Blood Capsules.
One, two, three, and
When the last of the East Coast money ran dry
And the casually dressed bill collectors started casually dropping on by
And the residuals, but there weren't any more residuals
At least several months behind on the payments to certain individuals
I stole into the lobby, mouth full of blood capsules
I stole into the lobby, mouth full of blood capsules
I'm off the juice for seven months; I learn to like living clean
But there just isn't any money on the independent scene
Not even if you're cutting corners, staying in nights, eating alone
Somebody's gotta pay the gas bill; it's not gonna go away on its own
I stole into the lobby, mouth full of blood capsules
I stole into the lobby, mouth full of blood capsules
I'm the biggest guy in the bank line; everybody else looks tiny
I can almost smell the fear on the lunch-hour car salesman behind me
I know this isn't gonna work. I guess I'll see it when I see it
I can't work any other jobs. This was my last and best idea
I strolled into the lobby, mouth full of blood capsules
I strolled into the lobby, mouth full of blood capsules

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