LYRICS
Brown paper bag don't stop me now
I'm on a roll
Plain brown wrapper in your pocket
Is it still the invisible man
You're consorting with woman
Now that you got it all wrong
You got it all backwards girl
Enter through the exit
And exit through the entrance
When you can
Seen you consorting with your invisible manhole
Fool child you're never gonna make it
New York City just wants to see you
Naked and they will
Though they'd never say so
Wise old black and dead in the snow
My southern sister
Sister Sister was the name of the band
Flesh and blood my death close at hand
Sister
This is not about me and it's not about you
I swear
No hard feelings
Nothing personal so sculpture rides the air
For free words words words
Longings longings longings all in vain
Just ask vanity
Abandoned out in the rain by the world
Another proud American
And as proud Americans
We let it slide away
Harmless little negress
You've got to say yes to another excess
Let's go for a ride today
In possession of eyes that say
In possession of eyes that say
A southern bunkhouse
Blue skies up above
A kind of figure of feminine grace
And wit passes for love these days
All that slender wristed
White translucent business
Passes for love these days
Passion
Genius passes for love these days
Four more years four more years
Four hundred more years of this shit
**** it
I look up but seen the North Star
I look up but seen the North Star
I look up at the bar through these tears
Four white pillars Yankee style
All of America loves to lights his pipes
All of America live to light his pipe at night
To which Dixie responds Free me
And then lashes his sashes again
Maybe or maybe not fast forward
She said
Maybe once the seed is sown fast forward
She said
This bird has flown south she said
Don't talk about the South she said
It's not suit you it's nothing personal
No hard feelings nothing's there
Soft sculpture rides hard on the air
Now that you got it all wrong
You got it all backwards girl
Enter through the exit
And exit through the entrance
When you can