Buffalo Boys

Pasty-faced villains
 Chalkware pilfers dimes
 Pasty-faced villains
 My baubles ain't your kind
 'Cause when a Buffalo boy trades
 He nickels for rhymes
 
 Oh, gather up Sunday
 Sunday makes things right
 Say, rail against Persimmon
 Clothed in bat thorn fright
 'Cause to dash from one outdrawn
 You make sunrise
 
 Tears from our maker
 Fall like rain on a windshield
 In that vast, old motion picture
 That they call our reflection
 In the flesh
 In the flash
 You court cold and union
 To shine me like you could
 You mourn as Delilah
 Her best was hardly good
 So know a buffalo boy leaves
 He gains sainthood
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 Tears from our maker
 Fall like rain on a windshield
 In the vast, old motion picture
 That they call our reflection
 In the flesh
 Shorn from mist
 Oh, when ought we marry
 And drink to Artesian wealth
 So when ought we marry
 Betrothed beneath the shells
 'Cause any thirst that slows your gait
 It's still a spell
 Yes, any thirst that slows your gait
 Is still a spell