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Cold War Kids - Ceiling Fan Lyrics

Don't bother grandma when she's right, or you'll be in some mess
I see how you see her, creaky bones, bitchin' 'bout IRS
Well take a look child, these worn out bones
Just think they'd used to sell out a baseball stadium
Nineteen forty-eight
Now you, you'll graduate and you think you're going to move out now
I will congratulate you as soon as you pay your own way
Not tryin' to stick a pin in your shiny new balloon
Your alimony check won't buy a bigger room or a new car
Don't ever think about comin' by here
With that junoir from up the street
Sneakers squeakin' on the kitchen tile, hat pulled below his eyes
That boy is trouble in his sleep
You got your father's wreckless charm, babe
Long as you give, some body will take
Well, every story is not the gospel, babe
Let me put it in another way
Every valley is not a lake
Before I let you go with your friends, got one more thing to say
You think my love is tough, should've seen your grandma in her day
So use your wits child, cause nothing stays the same
In forty years my song will be public domain
oh oh oh
Short tall, quick switch