The hits would be so nice
but they just don't come
when you want them
defeat, defeat
you don't want to hear
about a jazz musician
a jukebox and a river
I've been thinking it's not so clever
to hurt
I've been thinking
we never had
much luck
the needle sticks
the tape hiss switch
the hits don't hit

See them pass by yesterday
spit on your old photograph
and look away
the cruelty of blows
farewell shows
they were strange
and I felt sad
and I went down to
the range

Hitting b____, hitting
b____, hitting b____
on a golf range
The fall guy falls
no one calls it
run a two-bit orbituary
we are on, they are gone
and it seems so wrong

The hits hurt
the hits hurt
the hits hurt

Hey kid you better shape up
the hits are always going to hurt

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