Tennis Elbow - Palisade Passepied

“It was my greatest thrill” said Willie O’ree
“I’ve no idea what tomorrow looks like for me”
Morning cigarette, coffee, and morning concerns
I'm living life in the age of the anxiety
There’s no keener advocate than a convert
Convert me with pamphlets and leaflets and proverbs
Wrinkles in your brow that you can’t iron out
So put more starch on your cuffs and your collars
West Hollywood’s Botox and latex smiles
Reptiles that Mulder spies on the X Files
Hollywood Star Wars, Trek, and Chex Mix
You know when LA’s breath hits you’ll aim for the exits
“It's on no map,” he then tells the Captain
“They prey on the youth with their playful distractions”
Cacophonous vacuum, a hole in the wall
Kiss on a napkin like it never happened
There’s no keener advocate than a convert
Convert me with pamphlets and leaflets and proverbs
A wrinkle in your brow that you can’t iron out
So put more starch on your cuffs and your collars
Your empathy’s small but the bill’s big
You pop pills and pillage like a drunk Greenwich Village
West Hollywood Star Wars, Trek, and checks mix
You know when LA’s breath hits you’ll aim for the exits

Written by:
Andrew Wentz

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