Navy Sheets - The Hold Steady

I guess we met a couple a bonafide angels

But they all seemed kinda fat and fatigued

But now we’re trying to match their mouths to the screams

Match their heads to their dreams

Everybody’s searching out the softest seat

All dolled up for the funeral feast

Everyone’s stabbing at the biggest piece

Clever kids kissing on a bleak retreat

Now I’m not really sure we were lovers

Or if it was just some kind of car crash

And now we’re trying to find a DNA match

To match their heads to their hats

Everybody’s reaching for the sharpest knife

Legs wide open on the opening night

Everybody’s bathing in the laser lights

Clever kids screwing with some new device

Sunday morning, sidewalks flattered

Feverish in stylish tatters

Damn, this used to seem like grammar

I remember when it mattered

Can’t get over what’s transpired

Left home virgins, came back vampires

Built it out like back scratched choirs

Really dead or really tired

Everybody’s coming on their navy sheets

Everybody’s coming on their navy sheets

Everybody wants to suck on something sweet

Everybody’s coming on their navy sheets

Everybody’s coming on their navy sheets