"Yardsailing" lyrics - JULIANA HATFIELD

Hey pal (take this)
Take this (piece of)
Piece of (my my)
My, my (back string)

Leaving (leaving)
Sailing (hey pal)
...(fateful)
...(good sad)

You got the capacity
And you're so fucking lucky
Living up above the street
You're so fucking lucky
All your hair and bones and teeth
You're so fucking lucky
Jesus Christ, I wanna meet
You're so fucking lucky

[?]

You got the capacity
And you're so fucking lucky
Living high above the street
You're so fucking lucky

Cut your chances nearly in half
I'm shut out of many good things

You take a little when you can
You're so fucking lucky
Jesus Christ, a perfect plan
You're so fucking lucky