Lemon Ice by Parlors Lyrics
(Intro)
Day in, night out it’s your rodeo
You can hold the intro
The truth is that we’re looped in if we don’t know
Their type of lingo
Day in, night out a local Monroe
Smokin’ by the back row
Not inclined to resign to that scene
With no one in nine-fourteen
Down a Matawan side street, in white heat
I knew the place and the old ‘keep, time I came clean
(Verse)
Ducado duel at a beachside bar
Where one-up is a rule
In the corner, a local tells a wall
Muttering through a mug
June came too soon this year
(but) somethin’ in the summer brings ‘em all
Only tonic is to turn off your news
Until the fall
(Chorus)
Day in, night out
It’s your rodeo
You’re reelin’ back the lingo
You move in to my blue grin
With a new bow
Of lemon ice in your throat
(Verse)
Humid air you could skip a stone on
To the next spot’s line
Fake cares spray tan
‘bout the only thing real is abandoned outside
Saw your black bandana hangin’ real low
Under sun-bleached eyes
Sleeve cuffed one not like you’re tippin’ off
Some lone surprise
Dorado Gold neck skull and crossbones
Starin’ at the ground
A vain fan spins your shadow on cheap Venetian blinds
And it’s kinda like I’m down in the dirt
Starin’ up at a clown
Keep on Don’t mind him knockin’ off
Eight cuts of lime
(Bridge)
(Ralph Steadman)
When they wanna
Oh don’t go
Meet at the back veranda
Where time moves slow
The dunes look stunner
In lemon ice glow
The kings of corona
Say they’re making two more to go
(Chorus)
Day in, night out
It’s your rodeo
You’re reelin’ back the lingo
You move in to my blue grin
With a new bow
Of lemon ice in your throat
Day in, night out you’re the Monroe
Smokin’ by the back row
The truth is that we’re looped in
For another go
Before we turn to no-shows
Day in, night out it’s your rodeo
You can hold the intro
The truth is that we’re looped in if we don’t know
Their type of lingo
Day in, night out a local Monroe
Smokin’ by the back row
Not inclined to resign to that scene
With no one in nine-fourteen
Down a Matawan side street, in white heat
I knew the place and the old ‘keep, time I came clean
(Verse)
Ducado duel at a beachside bar
Where one-up is a rule
In the corner, a local tells a wall
Muttering through a mug
June came too soon this year
(but) somethin’ in the summer brings ‘em all
Only tonic is to turn off your news
Until the fall
(Chorus)
Day in, night out
It’s your rodeo
You’re reelin’ back the lingo
You move in to my blue grin
With a new bow
Of lemon ice in your throat
(Verse)
Humid air you could skip a stone on
To the next spot’s line
Fake cares spray tan
‘bout the only thing real is abandoned outside
Saw your black bandana hangin’ real low
Under sun-bleached eyes
Sleeve cuffed one not like you’re tippin’ off
Some lone surprise
Dorado Gold neck skull and crossbones
Starin’ at the ground
A vain fan spins your shadow on cheap Venetian blinds
And it’s kinda like I’m down in the dirt
Starin’ up at a clown
Keep on Don’t mind him knockin’ off
Eight cuts of lime
(Bridge)
(Ralph Steadman)
When they wanna
Oh don’t go
Meet at the back veranda
Where time moves slow
The dunes look stunner
In lemon ice glow
The kings of corona
Say they’re making two more to go
(Chorus)
Day in, night out
It’s your rodeo
You’re reelin’ back the lingo
You move in to my blue grin
With a new bow
Of lemon ice in your throat
Day in, night out you’re the Monroe
Smokin’ by the back row
The truth is that we’re looped in
For another go
Before we turn to no-shows