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 consort with your invisible manhole

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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
Soft 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's it
In possession of eyes, that's it
A southern bunkhouse, blue skies up above
A kindly figure of feminine grace
And wit passes for love these days
All that slender-wristed, white translucent business
Passes for love these days
Mush-head genius passes for love these days

Four more years
Four more years
Four hundred more years of this shit, fuck it
I look up, I see the North Star
I look up, I see the North Star
When 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 unlashes 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 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

Writer(s): Daniel Bejar, Kara Walker

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