Elliott Smith - Junk Bond Trader Lyrics






The imitation picks you up like a habit
Writing in the glow of the TV's static
Taking out the trash to the man
Give the people something they'd understand
A stickman flashing a fine-lined smile
Junk bond trader trying to sell a sucker a style
Rich man in a poor man's clothes
The permanent installment of the daily dose
And you tell off when you tell it like it is
Your world's no wider than your hatred of his
Checking into a small reality
Boring like a drug you take too regularly
The athlete's laugh, the broken crutch
The first true love that folded at the slightest touch
Brought down like an old hotel
People diggle through rubble for things they can resell
Happy holidays, said sick savior
The leaving lover that I still favor
I won't take your medicine, I don't need a remedy
To be everything I'm supposed to be
I don't want nobody else
I can do it by myself
We're meant to be together
Now I'm a policeman directing traffic
Keeping everything moving, everything static
I'm a hitchhiker you'll recognize passing
On your way to some everlasting
Better sell it while you can
Better sell it while you can
Better sell it while you can
Better sell it while you can





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  1. C.... E....

    :☾ ♫

  2. R.... B....

    The imitation picks you up like a habit
    Writing in the glow of the TV's static
    Taking out the trash to the man
    Give the people something they understand
    A stickman flashing a fine line smile
    Junk bond trader trying to sell a sucker a style
    Rich man in a poor man's clothes
    The permanent instalment of the daily dose
    And you tell off when you tell it like it is
    Your world's no wider that your hatred of his
    Checking into a small reality
    Boring as a drug you take too regularly
    The athlete's laugh; the broken crutch
    The first true love that folded at the slightest touch
    Brought down like an old hotel
    People digging through rubble for things they can resell
    Happy holidays said sick savior
    The leaving lover that I still favor
    I won't take your medicine, I don't need a remedy
    To be everything I'm supposed to be
    I don't want nobody else
    I can do it by myself
    We're meant to be together
    Now I'm a policeman directing traffic
    Keeping everything moving, everything static
    I'm the hitchhiker you'll recognize passing
    On your way to some everlasting
    Better sell it while you can
    Better sell it while you can
    Better sell it while you can
    Better sell it while you can

  3. L.... M....

    Te amo Elliot

  4. m.... ....

    Reminiscent of the Beatles at their peak! Definitely influenced by John Lennon's writing style. And, as with all great melodies, you can whistle along with it...

    m.... ....

    metaspherz bingo. The tone of the guitar too.

  5. D.... A....

    Un poeta que puede hacer lo que le de la gana con su voz y su guitarra. Los tentáculos de este hombre lo abarcan todo.

  6. I.... S....

    The imitation picks you up like a habit
    Writing in the glow of the tv static
    Taking out the trash to the man
    Give the people something they understand
    Stick man flashing a fine-line smile
    Junk bond trader trying to sell a sucker a style
    Rich man in a poor man's clothes
    The permanent installment of the daily dose
    And you tell off when you tell it like it is
    Your world's no wider than your hatred of his
    Checking into a small reality
    Boring as a drug you take too regularly
    The apple needs to laugh; the broken crutch
    The first true love that folded at the slightest touch
    Brought down like an old hotel
    People digging through the rubble for things they can resell
    "Happy holidays, " said sick savior
    The leading love I still favor
    I won't take your medicine
    I don't need a remedy
    To be everything I'm supposed to be
    I don't want nobody else
    I can do it by myself
    We're meant to be together
    Now I'm a policeman directing traffic
    Keeping everything moving, everything static
    I'm the hitchhiker you recognize passing
    On your way to some everlasting
    Better sell it while you can
    Better sell it while you can
    Better sell it while you can
    Better sell it while you can

  7. A.... W....

    Happy 19th anniversary