Pitchfork

I must admit that when the TV set broke I started thinking, oh, what's the bother anyway What's the bother anyway We walked down into the nearest drugstore A bottle of aspirin and a dirty pitchfork Cured everything inside that ever hurt It cured everything inside that never worked You said you wished that you'd become an actress But pretty pictures in the magazines are sick They make you feel like shit The bodies that they fit are half a serving hips The night dissolved and then the morning sun rose Open your eyes and let the colors turn you black For half a heart attack Let it fit you in for cancer of the skin Cause singing's just like death prolonging on your breath And all we are is bone, it's friction we control In the coat I bought, in the coat In the park we fought in the coat I bought for you In the dress you wore, in the dress In the dress you wore with a dirty pitchfork too In the coat I bought, in the coat In the coat I bought, in the coat In the park we fought in the coat I bought for you In the dress you wore, in the dress In the dress you wore, in the dress In the dress you wore with a dirty pitchfork too In the car we spoke and you asked So I drove you home and my knees If I called you out would you say that you were wrong? I can feel my hands, I can feel Turn the headlights down, drive along In the dress you wore with a dirty pitchfork too In the dress you wore with a dirty pitchfork too