My Pilgrim Dear
Cass McCombs
Worried man, worried woman
Worried child, worried dog
Afghanistan was the last hurrah
I remember it clearly: it was Ramadan
There were fat men everywhere
Fat man on a bike, fat man on a lawn chair
My Pilgrim Dear, I won't interfere with you
What a wicked thing to do!
I was having a drink from the salty water fountain
The ceremony had already begun
When I turn ten, Pop says he'll buy me a gun
And 'la la la la la la la la la la la' was all you could say
I dream of pianos, big ones
My Pilgrim Dear, I won't interfere with you
What a wicked thing to do!