Where God Does His Laundry Lyrics

Turn back to when Excedrin was just a funny word
Before I figured out my own body and how it worked
We lived in the scrubbed down part of town
Where God does his laundry and throws broken popsicle sticks
At those girls out front who believe in Jesus Christ
But they don't follow his advice
They shimmer like microwaves, smile like mannequins
Shimmer like microwaves, smile like mannequins

Look at those people out there
Such strange looks on their faces
Stumbling about, clutching suitcases
From rickety this to rackety that
Scraping grace from their soles
At golden surname laundrymats

So I'm setting off for places where voices echo free
Vespertine sidewalk lullabies hold the city's keys
Just tilting and whirling, waiting for June
For I knew where the moon kept her dobro
So I tickle a bug and I watch it run
Where folded worries hold no water

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