The Das KaputAin't Whistling Dixie Trip Hop

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Jimmy Kaput & Ivana Kaput

Ain't Whistling Dixie Here come the earthquakes. Here come the floods. Here comes the austerity of nowhere to hide. Here comes the confederacy of being taken for a ride And dropped off a cliff, or thrown overboard, whatever. Here come the tropics and generalissimos. Here come the goons. It's now more southern here than ever Cuz the South isn't geographic anymore. Are you old enough to remember rivers catching on fire? No? Well then, they may see to it they're cool and go viral. I would not put that past them. Here comes the fear of not being able to fall asleep. Here comes the floods of anxieties. It's now more southern here than ever Cuz the south isn't geographic anymore. I ain't whistling Dixie. I ain't whistling Dixie. I ain't whistling Dixie, stranded on this garbage barge. I ain't whistling Dixie, ablaze inside this dumpster fire. I'm burning up and full of stink. One of us is going to blink. Cuz we ain't going down with the ship. We ain't going down with the ship. Someone's gonna throw us overboard (we just don't know when) in a reborn Antebellum. Here come the earthquakes. Here come the floods. Here comes some panic. Here come the tropics. Here come the goons. It's now more southern here than ever Cuz the south isn't geographic anymore. x