I walked into this little place out on Buffalo Street
This guy says, "No way you're a Scorpio."
I said, "What the fuck do the stars know" (twice).
He laughed at me.
He told me, "My name's Kevin,
And I'm kind of a legend in this bar;
I've got astrology trapped in the trunk of my car."
What the fuck do the stars know
When Kevin's laying the sky low.
High Five for Scorpio!
High Five for getting low!
You know that Kevin's the king of this whole fucking bar
Until he starts letting it go.
High Five for Scorpio.
Well Kevin used to be the kind of prick
Who got followed around in stores.
No one's really following him around any more.
Calm, cool, and collected,
You know he can't get suspected
So he's appointed himself the regional minister
For the culture of kisses, all those hits and misses.
You would remember that left hook
You would remember that sex look
That insurrection was text-book.
High Five for Scorpio!
So Kevin turns his back to the bar
He's got a glass in his hand
He raises a cynical toast to my band
You know that the stars know.
What the fuck do the stars know.
credits
from TOO MANY BOOKS,
released July 1, 2013
David Goodrich on lead guitar, people.
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