What Makes The World Like This

	What Makes The World Like This
	(a/k/a West NY Serenade)
Author:	Whiskeytown
Official Appearance:	N/A
Unofficial Appearance:	Fucker -- Whiskeytown
	Fucker 2 -- Whiskeytown
Played Live:
Lyrics:	What makes you act like this?
	Standing in your torn up dress
	Speaking Spanish and in English in your daddy's bar



	Just up the block from your dad's house
	Brother's broken chain at rest
	Linen cloth, and your mother's hands against her chest


	Out there tearing up the boys with your sweet eyes
	Brother's best friends drink the rounds to him and start a fight
	Just one person, one barstool less tonight
	And I try and dismiss what makes the world like this



	And she had never touched a boy
	Least never like this before
	The flowers at the funeral reminded her of spring



	Bulbs that burned out in the sign
	That hangs above her daddy's dive
	Danced around her like some strange west New York serenade



	She speaks in tongues, she's two drinks in, the static and steam
	The tunnels underground collapse and stranded her ass here
	Stand there smoking cigarettes in some torn up dress
	And I'd like to dismiss what makes the world like this



	What makes you act like this?
	Standing in your torn up dress
	Speaking Spanish and in English in your daddy's bar