Buffalo Boys

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Billy Corgan - Rock

Buffalo Boys

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Lyrics

Pasty-faced villains Chalkware pilfers dimes Pasty-faced villains My baubles a'int your kind 'Cause when a Buffalo boy trades He nickels for rhymes Oh, gather up Sunday Sunday makes things right Say, rail against Persimmon Clothed in bat thorn fright 'Cause to dash from one outdrawn You make sunrise Tears from our maker Fall like rain on a windshield In that vast, old motion picture That they call our reflection In the flesh In the flash You court cold and union To shine me like you could You mourn as Delilah Her best was hardly good So know a buffalo boy leaves He gains sainthood Tears from our maker Fall like rain on a windshield In the vast, old motion picture That they call our reflection Shorn from mist Oh, when ought we marry And drink to Artesian wealth So when ought we marry Betrothed beneath the shells 'Cause any thirst that slows your gait It's still a spell Yes, any thirst that slows your gait Is still a spell

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  • Billy Corgan