Local Mix-Up/Murder Charge

Guided By Voices


Hand-maiden ashtray
Facing the light
Local mix-up
Someone fix up
What we broke up
The pleasure-seekers
Are out there tonight
Local mix-up
Someone fix up
What we broke up

You as a person
Have got to think fast
'Cause this is a party
But it's not gonna last
This is the same place the fly got smashed

Dressing
Dressing
Dressing
Dressing
Dressing
Dressing
Dressing
Like a queen
Dressing
Dressing
Dressing
Dressing
Dressing
Dressing
Dressing

Like a queen
Aluminum ashtray
Facing the light
Local mix-up
Someone fix up
What we broke up
The pleasure-seekers
Are out there tonight
Local mix-up
Someone fix up
What we broke up

In the early days
He was bursting with confidence
I saw the light
The shiny dream
Over the years
He began to submerge
The nervous wreck
We know him to be
The nervous, twisted wreck
So watch out for Joker
Bob I wish he were just a distant relative
But he's razor-close like blue green gelatin
Icy-cold Acid in his heart
With this we shall draw the electrifying conclusion
They strapped him in
Still chewing his bubblegum
They did the Jesus-shock
As the reporters watched
Finally, his ticker stopped
And they buried him with a smile on his puss
And that's the electrifying conclusion


Writer/s: Robert Pollard