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Song Title + lyric excerpt

Dollar a Day + Your brother got bird lice from a feather he fixed with a bobby pin. / That's a small price to pay for the privilege of being the Indian. / ... / In the picture she posed on the car hood in lipstick and underpants. / The very same evening, she was crowned queen of the Harvest Dance. / She said, "I'll make you king if you give me a dollar a day." / Lonesome sinner, lonesome saint, / make me a winner, or is it too late? / In the right light she looks like a girl you remember from summer camp / who reached thru your ribcage and tore out your heart with a postage stamp. / "I was your girl when you gave me a dollar a day." (From Lohio)

Shoe Money + Well, I swear upon my mother and I believe with all my heart. / I could rule the world if I could get this car to start. / But what would I do then? / With the tires around the flower beds / we'll have to ride the rims. / ... / Well, the wall around the graveyard says that "Satin lives in hell". / They may love the devil but his disciples sure can't spell. / So what do I do then? / I guess I'll put an A in there and show 'em how to sin. (From The Known Universe)

X-Tra Nipple + Scatman Crothers / he and I are brothers. / We got an an extra nipple / and I'm fascinated. / Frank Langella / He's my favorite fella / He's got an extra nipple / and I'm fascinated. (I'm so fascinated by these special people!) (From Some Stupid With Flare Gun)

Grim She gave herself to Jesus / She gave it all to him. / I can't take this anymore, / life is too damn grim. / She tore it all to pieces / swept it in a pile, / lit it with a match, / prayin' all the while / prayin' all the while. / ... / Standin' on the highway / my pants around my knees / I'd write her name out in the snow / but I can't piss 'Denise'. (From Electric Rock Music)

Dried Up + Hang dog / you sit and count the nameless stars. / When you look down / you're beginning to fall away. / You're dried up like an August creek bed / mounted in an album with some photos with your summer friends / I can't tell what the note on the back says. / You're moving like a poem / and it hurts to see you goin'. / I recall the smell of summer on your skin / we were 17 and everything was pounding / and it wouldn't stop. / It's hard to put to words what I was thinkin', then. / I don't know. / We were alive or something. (From Lohio)

Mr. Superlove (as covered by The Afghan Whigs) + The storm was blowing from the south. / The blood was running from your mouth. / Glass was shattered on the floor. / A hundred pieces, maybe more. / I remember, you were crying, / just before you sent it flyin', / silent soundin', poundin' on the floor. / You may not believe me, baby, when I tell you / that I am Mr. Superlove. (From the Gentleman EP)