The Great Migration: Porcelain Bulls in a China Shop

Porcelain Bulls in a China Shop

Jill woke up to Rodger Miller
And the gold smear of passing corn
Used an empty milk carton for a pillow
And the sun beamed a blanket so warm
Gas station hopping for three days
With no destination in mind
Her mom got tired of standing still
But she swears that she’s feeling fine

She sings:
This tarnished lining, it needs polishing
Cause I have finished bleeding
I have finished bleeding…
This tarnished lining, it needs polishing
Cause I have finished bleeding
I’m sick and tired of howling at the moon

The Smiths, they just had to leave town
They told me hard times had come to stay
And everyone good here’s either lost their job
Or wound up at Guantanamo Bay
Their blowing bubbles by the highway
Frying breakfast under the hood
Gonna be awhile before the tow truck comes
Aunt Faye forgot to knock on wood

And they sing:
This tarnished lining, it needs polishing
Cause I have finished bleeding
I have finished bleeding…
This tarnished lining, it needs polishing
Cause I have finished bleeding
We’re sick and tired of howling at the moon

Hey watch your mouth about blue collars
I got some family south of here
They know that blood ain’t the way you dress
And sometimes it’s best to sweat your tears
Some people slave to go to college
And just slave their whole life through
Some people live life riding piggyback
Lost on the candy side of Cancun

But we sing:
This tarnished lining, it needs polishing
Cause I have finished bleeding
I have finished bleeding…
This tarnished lining, it needs polishing
Cause I have finished bleeding
We’re sick and tired of howling at the moon

Hear there’s good money for cobblers
Cause everyone runs, till the soul wears off
Sometimes we just can’t see what we’re doing
We’re like, porcelain bulls in a china shop…

Swiped a dime novel from the fat racks
Of a crossroads gas station
It was written by a bathroom cactus
About paranoia and hesitation
Caught in a movement of statues
And other things that don’t make sense
The front page looks like an obituary
And they’re really sparing no expense
Someone’s out patrolling the dust roads
They’re just waiting to be shot
Nobody knows what they’re doing there
We herd the story but lost the plot…

And this tarnished lining, it needs polishing
Cause I have finished bleeding
I have finished bleeding…
This tarnished lining, it needs polishing
Cause I have finished bleeding
I’m sick and tired of howling at the moon