Okkervil River Lyrics
The Latest Toughs
All the latest toughs, you've got to shrug them off or shut them off. With
ten-thousand-time-told truths, you've still got to ask for proof. Ask for proof,
because if you're dying to be led they'll lead you up the hill in chains to
their popular refrains until your slaughter's been arranged, my little lamb, and
it's much too late to talk the knife out of their hands. Well, I woke up on a
foggy morning. Hiding from the sun, he was hiding from the sun. But it came out
and it shot its rays down. Burning everyone, it was burning everyone. But they
were dying, anyway, to turn to ash, to feel their feelings flash and finally
fade away, in a fabulous and fiery display. Look, though, I don't know what
notes you want to hear played, I can't think what lines you'd like me to sing or
say, and I'm not sure what subjects you want mentioned. So pause and add your
own intentions. We've included a form you can print out and fill out and send
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All the latest toughs, well, we have seen that stuff, and we have seen enough
blood in dying coughs, which means that we have lost. We have lost, and if
you're crying to be tossed they'll toss you down the oubliette with all the old
things that you let yourself forget because you'd like to love a star who'd
throw you down below the ground he thinks you are.