The Jacket Song Songtext
von Palma Violets

Alright, one, two, three, four

I′m sorry man for the way I've treated your love
You were as soft as quilts and lined with guilt
But that′s just how you were
All crumpled, all curved

Second hand and made in Japan, that's my love
Given to me by Jim Magee
But that's just how it was
You were damp, you were lost


And did you ever feel the same?
Or was it all a labelled game?
And there she comes with her perfect seam lined dress
You know the one that′s quilted across the breast
I love that dress

I′m sorry for the way that I've treated your love
We had a pact but I was fucked
That′s just how it goes
You were lonesome, you were stoned

Did you ever dream of me?
Before you were taken by the machine? Ah now
There she comes with her perfect seam lined dress
You know the one that's a cut above the rest?
Oh man, I, I love that dress


Our will in time, in time
We′ll meet another mirror in your life
For a final crimson
Door to door
My second hand love