Robert Altman Lyrics & Chords By Maxïmo Park

Son of a wealthy gambler
The Mayflower haunts the mother
Employed by the Calvin Company
Before Kansas City Escape
…Minus a letter ‘n’
When you were up in the air
Did it make you what you were?
He met a man who had a surname
That was the same as his forename
Who drained him of his dollars
Left him with a tattooed dog
Your daily bread was hopeless dreams
On the cusp of eternal defeat
In charge of Lion’s Gate
“I’d rather die than play it straight.”
A journeyman who sparkled
Fond of an easy target
Armed with a genre
And an overlapping ensemble