Odds Suppertime Lyrics

Suppertime Lyrics

An embarrassment of riches

Up ahead between the ditches

Steady on, pails of blue glass beads and baubles

In the toilets of the super models



Steady on watch what you wish for

As someone else pollutes it

Some see the rarest bird

And hunt it down and shoot it



Let me lose so beautifully

Let me lick the dew from the money tree

Have the moms of the world all care about me

At suppertime



The road to wreckage stretches west

From survival to excess and beyond

From magic beans and golden eggs

To swollen livers and tired of legs



Trammel on the breakfast of failures

Is an unexacting list

Subtract opportunity

You can mix it up with your fists



Let me lose so beautifully

Let me lick the dew from the money tree

Have the moms of the world all care about me

At suppertime



Let me feel what it's like to have it

Let me battle all your rich man's habits

Let me cry down the front of a smoking jacket

After suppertime



Let me stand hypnotized by what I'm doing

Smell the orchids by the road to ruin

When the heirs are asleep and we think about screwing

After suppertime