Spoon - Small Stakes lyrics

Small stakes give you blues
But, you don't feel taken
Don't think you've been used

'Cause it's alright Friday night to Sunday
It feels alright, keeps your mind on the page
Oh yeah
Small stakes ensure you the minimum blues
But, you don't feel taken and
You don't feel abused
Small stakes tell you that
There's nothing can do can't think big
Can't think past one or two and alright
Yeah, alright

Me and my friends sell ourselves
Short, but feel very well

We feel fine aw, we feel fine
And small-time danger in your midsize car
I don't dig the Stripes but
I'll go for Har Mar
The big innovation on the minimum wage
Is lines up your nose, but
Your life on the page, so c'mon
Tell me I'm wrong

Small stakes will kill time
When you're stuck in back of the line

It feels alright Friday night to Sunday
Aw, it feels alright
Keeps your mind on the page
And small stakes bring you where
You're caught in a rut you feel so uptight
You just want to throw it all up
And small stakes leave you
With the minimum blues
Can't think big, can't think past one or two
So c'mon aw, c'mon

C'mon c'mon 'Mon-'mon-'mon-'mon aw, c'mon
'Mon-'mon-'mon-'mon-'mon-'mon-'mon
'Mon-'mon-'mon-'mon-'mon-'mon-'mon
'Mon-'mon-'mon-'mon-'mon-'mon-'mon
'Mon-'mon-'mon-'mon-'mon-'mon-'mon
'Mon-'mon-'mon-'mon-'mon-'mon-'mon
'Mon-'mon-'mon-'mon-'mon-'mon-'mon
'Mon-'mon-'mon-'mon-'mon-'mon-'mon