Buffalo Boys lyrics

Pasty-faced villains,

Chalkware pilfers dimes.

Pasty-faced villains,

My baubles ain't 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 flesh.

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.

In the flesh,

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

is still a spell.

Yes, any thirst that slows your gait

is still a spell.

• Artist:Billy Corgan
• Album:Cotillions