We Can’t Help You - Stephen Malkmus & The Jicks

There’s no common goal

there’s no moral action

there’s no modern age

from which to run away

There’s no grace in love

with a known projection

there’s no sky above

for you to cry into

We can’t help you

find a place to

Well, I wish for once

you would just start copin'

every night and day

tell me what to say

You were over ripe

you were never open

you were just a stripe

on the gay crusade

we can’t help you

find a place to

She knows one is one

she can let it through now

she can kill me cool

welcome to the ruse

Well, I’ve seen the storm

it is off your shoulder

party in the cage

blow us all away

We can’t help you

find a place to

we can’t help you

find a place to lay