Okkervil River - You Can't Hold the Hand of a Rock and Roll Man lyrics

This week's cash for last week's grass
Your crew collates while you sit
In the van and wait
Gassed and trashed and smashed young cads
Roasting away on a sunny summer day
(Or, okay, an August night anyway)

And you're living on air
While on the 25th floor, up there
They'd fan a million bucks before your face
Marie's passed out in a chair
With her once fussed-over hair
All mussed into an
I've-just-been-fucked shape

Just an hour before she crashed, all cashed
She said, "I'm done with looking back
And you look your age which is thirty-seven
By the way and not twenty-eight
And fucking let them stare
Because at this point I don't care
I have been your bride
Stripped bare since '98
And our silver-screen affair
It weighs less to me than air
It's a gas now it's a laugh just
How far several mil can take it"

This week's as fast as last
Week's flash of interstate
When you starved and never ate
This week's splashed a sick
Gold cast across your face
As you roam on silk ripped
Tippy-toe alone through Silver Lake

Splayed astride a snow-white mare on
A non-stop all-night tear
What a ghastly sight you smear in every face
In that fat
Fur-trimmed affair that your lawyer
Lets you wear you'll destroy your chance to
Ever get repeatedly engaged