Yeah Yeah we can all grab at the chance and be handsome farmers
Yeah you can have twenty one sons and be blood when they marry my daughters
And the pain that we left at the station will stay in a jar behind us
We can pickle the pain into blue ribbon winners at county contests
Yeasayer – 2080 from All Hour Cymbals
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They are like the more restrained Man Man.