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Paperthin

by Farmer Not So John

on Receiver (1998)

He tunnelled his way to China
Carved her name into his arm
Dreamed of Wichita or Cuba
After he burned down the Dakota farm

Said he always felt like a convict
But he could never hurt no one
Said he could be incarcerated
For this thoughts alone

He slid a box of sleeping pills
Underneath the seat of his uncle's wheels
And planned to beg for mercy at the border
But halfway to American's got no home
Between the Holy Ghost and ancient Rome
He's choking on the bone of all them orders

But it's sweet here
In the warm wind
And it's all possibilities
When you're paperthin

You come off the freight train on this sidewalk
Where the taxis look like tanks
And the women look like riddles
Walking home, walking planks

He thought he knew just why he came here
Thought he knew just what he'd find
But just like North Dakota
All the victims wait in line

He slid a box of sleeping pills
Underneath the seat of his uncle's wheels
And planned to beg for mercy at the border
But halfway to American's got no home
Between the Holy Ghost and ancient Rome
He's choking on the bone of all them orders

But it's sweet here
In the warm wind
And it's all possibilities
When you're paperthin

Well, it's sweet here
In the warm wind
And we're all possibilities