Of Raymond

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Lambchop - Pop

Of Raymond

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I have stood here in this garden Where you placed me in the spring I have held my arms gracefully from my side A dog dish and an Afro pick You laid beside me as a trick Of compassion that comes through the night In fields of green, in fields of straw There ain't no telling what we saw As we stand together on this hill I used to be a part of a more complicated scheme As furniture with glass upon my head You paint me white, you clean me off You say my name each time you cough It's a pattern as old as it gets I'll stay right here till you get back You're concrete white, I'm plastic black I'm the statue of the Virgin Mary I am free from all decisions I am free from all despair You can see there's not a wrinkle on my face Looks pretty good from where I stand No crying fields, no sins of man All for the love of Raymond All for the love of Raymond

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Writers
  • Kurt Wagner