Written by Vic Chesnutt

LYRICS
West of Rome just east of the border
In a staticky Ramada Inn
Polishing his boots and then phoning up his sister
Steeped in the dark isolation
Just what business does he have around here?
Credentials are wearing out with each little bit of cheer
Yes it’s a bad scene we’re convening in
Brushing his teeth and milking his ulcer
Preparing to waste another wily morning
Stroking himself and then phoning up his sister
He tells her their life would make one whale of a movie
Yes a childhood full of dry goods and wet neglect
The father they sponge off
They have no absorbing respect
Yes he’s a glad boy to have
To have such a void
Yes he’s a martyr crawling across cobble stones
And from his cosy cottages just west of Rome
Yeah it’s a sad state for great suffering

CREDITS
Mark Linkous: Voice, all instruments

PRODUCTION
Produced, recorded and mixed by Mark Linkous at Static King
Mastered by Greg Calbi at Masterdisk

RELEASES
Sweet Relief II: Gravity Of The Situation: The Songs Of Vic Chesnutt Compilation