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Black Cadillacs

This song is by Modest Mouse and appears on the album Good News for People Who Love Bad News (2004).

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And it's true we named our children after towns
That we've never been to
And it's true that the clouds just hung around
Like black Cadillacs outside a funeral

And we were done, done, done with all the fuck-fuck-fuckin' around
You were so true to yourself, you were true to no one else
Well, I could put you in the ground
I've got the time, I got the hours, I got the days, I got the weeks
I could say to myself, "I've got words that I can't speak"
Well, I was done, done, done with all the circ-circ-circlin' 'round

I didn't die and I ain't complainin'
I ain't blamin' you
I didn't know that the words you said to me
Meant more to me than they ever could you
I didn't lie and I ain't sayin'
I told the whole truth
I didn't know that this game we were playin'
Even had a set of rules

We named our children after towns
That we'd never been to
And it's true that the clouds just hung around
Like, black Cadillacs outside a funeral

And we were laughin' at the stars
While our feet clung tight to the ground
So pleased with ourselves
For using so many verbs and nouns

But we were all still just dumb-dumb-dumber than the dir-dir-dirt on the ground
Well, wings on flames, kings with no names, well, this place just ain't got right air right now
You were so all over town but still so Crayola brown, well, you should run round yourself right now
And we were done, done, done with all the fuck-fuck-fuckin' around
Circlin' 'round

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