Vic Chesnutt - Naughty Fatalist lyrics

[Vic Chesnutt - Naughty Fatalist lyrics]

Rave and rant in yer old Foster Grants
I can see my billowy reflection
You're a giant you're a giant
A little late night caching
A tender moving soul shake
With all light diffused
You'll wake up butch and bruised
Butch and bruised

Straight lines as the stork flies
Ooh straight lines as the stork flies
As the stork flies naughty, naughty fatalist
Naughty, naughty naughty, naughty fatalist
Naughty fatalist, naughty fatalist

An elderly woman on a fashionable couch
Cane on the carpet tapping as she expounds
Tapping, tap tapping
A little late night caching
A tender moving soul shake
With all light diffused


You'll wake up butch and bruised
Butch and bruised butch and bruised

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