| Song | Pink-Slips |
| Artist | Okkervil River |
| Album | The Silver Gymnasium |
| [00:12.60] | Three brides before breakfast |
| [00:15.49] | These rails just wrecked us |
| [00:18.12] | My right hand on my heart |
| [00:19.83] | While my left hand snaps your necklace |
| [00:24.39] | Each day gets a little more scary |
| [00:26.81] | We're holding on in a way |
| [00:28.87] | But just barely |
| [00:29.86] | Moms and Dads are rationing their cash |
| [00:32.94] | For the commissary |
| [00:35.54] | But I can't start without going |
| [00:39.92] | All the way - it's a habit someone gave me |
| [00:47.62] | The nursemaid of the blank page |
| [00:49.83] | A canary of the American eclipse |
| [00:52.75] | A profiteer picking up pink slips |
| [00:57.05] | |
| [01:08.11] | This wish just to go back hey |
| [01:10.86] | When I know wasn't ever ever happy |
| [01:13.45] | Show me my best memory - it's probably super crappy |
| [01:19.74] | Nine years down in Texas with sluts of both sexes |
| [01:25.34] | Liars lumps and drug addicts and drunks; |
| [01:29.13] | I love my friends |
| [01:30.84] | But I can't stop without going all the way a |
| [01:39.48] | Nd I've been that way since '83 |
| [01:42.48] | The midwife of the jetlife |
| [01:45.71] | Oh genie with a golden spliff |
| [01:48.34] | A prostitute paid in pink slips |
| [01:54.15] | |
| [01:57.46] | I crashed my Cadillac in the valley of mirrors |
| [02:00.34] | When the call came there was nobody here |
| [02:03.04] | When they came from the communists |
| [02:04.67] | I kissed them on the lips |
| [02:06.00] | Then they came for the singers |
| [02:07.56] | In a haze of pink slips |
| [02:13.84] | |
| [02:26.30] | I guess I was just dreaming and drifting |
| [02:30.22] | I guess I was artificially lifted |
| [02:32.38] | Only happy until the age of ten is still a gift |
| [02:37.96] | But we can't go back to those "227" days |
| [02:46.24] | It's just a dream we all were having |
| [02:49.95] | Hey mariner in the dirt trade Oh |
| [02:53.26] | Postman of the post-apocalypse - from Academy Awards to pink slips |
| [03:00.18] | |
| [03:03.25] | And I showered my Corvette with Mo毛t for years |
| [03:06.00] | But now I'm standing in the rain |
| [03:07.27] | Drinking the champagne of beers |
| [03:08.66] | They say "Who's that shadow sneaking off behind the pier |
| [03:12.17] | He was rushed and then he was rattled |
| [03:13.54] | But now he's finally in the clear |
| [03:15.17] | To be a refugee from the rat race |
| [03:17.46] | In his white tuxedo and his sad-face |
| [03:20.93] | A music group that your dad plays |
| [03:23.74] | Singing songs about autumn days |
| [03:26.82] | He's the laureate of the Granite State |
| [03:29.20] | And now he doesn't even write |
| [03:30.43] | He just riffs |
| [03:31.94] | And they'll cover up his coffin with pink slips " |
| [00:12.60] | Three brides before breakfast |
| [00:15.49] | These rails just wrecked us |
| [00:18.12] | My right hand on my heart |
| [00:19.83] | While my left hand snaps your necklace |
| [00:24.39] | Each day gets a little more scary |
| [00:26.81] | We apos re holding on in a way |
| [00:28.87] | But just barely |
| [00:29.86] | Moms and Dads are rationing their cash |
| [00:32.94] | For the commissary |
| [00:35.54] | But I can apos t start without going |
| [00:39.92] | All the way it apos s a habit someone gave me |
| [00:47.62] | The nursemaid of the blank page |
| [00:49.83] | A canary of the American eclipse |
| [00:52.75] | A profiteer picking up pink slips |
| [00:57.05] | |
| [01:08.11] | This wish just to go back hey |
| [01:10.86] | When I know wasn apos t ever ever happy |
| [01:13.45] | Show me my best memory it apos s probably super crappy |
| [01:19.74] | Nine years down in Texas with sluts of both sexes |
| [01:25.34] | Liars lumps and drug addicts and drunks |
| [01:29.13] | I love my friends |
| [01:30.84] | But I can apos t stop without going all the way a |
| [01:39.48] | Nd I apos ve been that way since apos 83 |
| [01:42.48] | The midwife of the jetlife |
| [01:45.71] | Oh genie with a golden spliff |
| [01:48.34] | A prostitute paid in pink slips |
| [01:54.15] | |
| [01:57.46] | I crashed my Cadillac in the valley of mirrors |
| [02:00.34] | When the call came there was nobody here |
| [02:03.04] | When they came from the communists |
| [02:04.67] | I kissed them on the lips |
| [02:06.00] | Then they came for the singers |
| [02:07.56] | In a haze of pink slips |
| [02:13.84] | |
| [02:26.30] | I guess I was just dreaming and drifting |
| [02:30.22] | I guess I was artificially lifted |
| [02:32.38] | Only happy until the age of ten is still a gift |
| [02:37.96] | But we can apos t go back to those " 227" days |
| [02:46.24] | It apos s just a dream we all were having |
| [02:49.95] | Hey mariner in the dirt trade Oh |
| [02:53.26] | Postman of the postapocalypse from Academy Awards to pink slips |
| [03:00.18] | |
| [03:03.25] | And I showered my Corvette with Mo máo t for years |
| [03:06.00] | But now I apos m standing in the rain |
| [03:07.27] | Drinking the champagne of beers |
| [03:08.66] | They say " Who apos s that shadow sneaking off behind the pier |
| [03:12.17] | He was rushed and then he was rattled |
| [03:13.54] | But now he apos s finally in the clear |
| [03:15.17] | To be a refugee from the rat race |
| [03:17.46] | In his white tuxedo and his sadface |
| [03:20.93] | A music group that your dad plays |
| [03:23.74] | Singing songs about autumn days |
| [03:26.82] | He apos s the laureate of the Granite State |
| [03:29.20] | And now he doesn apos t even write |
| [03:30.43] | He just riffs |
| [03:31.94] | And they apos ll cover up his coffin with pink slips " |