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Fairfield County

from Complicated Drinking Games EP by Boomstick

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She lived in Fairfield County but she grew up in denial
When your stepdad owns pharmaceuticals it will only be awhile
Till Long Island iced teas turn into Oxycontin
Her mother already thinks that she's Nancy Botwin
She can't recall a Friday since she was in 6th grade
But last time that things got sticky she thinks she took the time and prayed
The third angel was a hatter, poured his vial on the rivers
Young people making love and pimping out their livers
New York City is 40 miles away
Getting drunk in the middle of the day
Oh suburban light fades to suburban night
Printing headlines 'bout suburban plight

Thursday nights mean complicated drinking games
Getting stoned on Saturday always end up just the same
Growing up meant throwing up and throwing up meant cough syrup
And when you sip Guaifenesin your stomach gets messed up
Her father filled his pockets on the shores of Candlewood
She said an "Our Father" and assumes His plans are good
First the Lord giveth and then He take away
Sunday mornings spent too hungover not to pray
New York City's only 40 miles away
Summers always meant getting screwed up day to day
Oh suburban dusk to suburban dawn
Drinking bourbon straight, getting too far gone

Working at a Cumby’s trying to get her ends to meet
Fall from heaven, fall from grace, fall from the elite
Beat your swords to plowshares and your spears to pruning hooks
Trying to be a friend but only getting dirty looks

There’s gonna come a time when none of this will matter
When Daddy’s Ford Mustangs, four each in factory colors
Won’t take you for rides, and rides won’t get you higher
And all your prescription medications won’t protect you from the fire
There’s gonna come a time when you’ll call up the Whore of New York City
You’ll ride shotgun seat in his seven cylinder Jeep Grand Cherokee
And the seven angels will crash your parties and spill their drinks in violent party fouls
Moloch whose soul is banks and lives will soon turn to Howl
There’s gonna come a time when none of this will matter
You’ll have to drop that bittersweet blotter but none of this will matter
None of this will matter.

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from Complicated Drinking Games EP, released March 1, 2011

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