Real Emotional Trash

We're taking out the wine
We're taking out the wine
It's that kind of night
Well everybody talk, everybody listen
Nobody breathe
So take the time
Let him go down
'Cause daddy's on the run
Daddy's on the run

The trail has two eyes
One is just eternal
The other is infernal
To the tune
Easier said but less often done
Point me in the direction
Of your real emotional trash

Abstract city sun
Abstract city sun
Up to now is done
Never gonna stray
Never gonna stray
Never gonna stray
So take the time
To let him go down
'Cause daddy's on the run
Daddy's on the run

And who will get the first
Shoot the (?) first
Easier said but less often done
Point my in the right direction
Of your real emotional trash

I traipsed over the Mexican border
In cheap pair of ban ban
Lockets (?)
In my stomach
I needed some relief
Take me back to Frisco
In your vanity chest
With painted ladies on house arrest
So wax up the wax crew
It's time for a shine
It's the old crew
That makes wine

Appeasement
Appeasement
Appeasement
Appeasement

You got no reputation
Never took swing
Silent when they hand the spines out
In the (?) marina playing kissing game
No time for you to pout

Down in Sausalito
We had clams for dessert
You spill some Chardonnay
On your gypsy skirt
There's no more time for apricots
He's got to make his own shape

Appeasement
Appeasement
Appeasement
Appeasement