Apples, I'm home Gonna grab a fuck (Maybe play some hockey!) My mouth is a liar (Beware!) My feet are on fire (Who cares!) I've never been shy-er (I
Baby's gonna be alright Baby's gonna be alright Baby's gonna be alright Baby's gonna be alright And it don't mean I don't love you When I put a gun
Bartholomew bring me a fork There's a minstrel parade on tv Let the lights low An excellent reason To stay home tonight Oh the old men wave their canes
When I wake up in the morning, I smell your smell God knows that I'm not doing well You're my Clementine, my sweet sunshine A sparkling diamond in your
In a town, in a city, in an eyeball, on a rock In a fence where a goat was alone by himself There was a boy, who was there A boy who built a snowman
Oh I stumbled in all wide-eyed To the computer show I didn't have a passport So they turned me into snow They turned me into snow Follow you, follow
Heart and soul Baby, there is no goal Turn the lights on bright You're a rock and roll star Feel my love Coming from the heavens above When my eyes
Father owned the dating bar, so mother ran the store We all lived there together with the army at the door No one to do my laundry, or to tell me that
the rainbow Now the king was reading comics When he stepped into some vomit And he screamed like forty wolves Being burned alive And I rode my dolpin Adam
Everything was wasted, tasted, face it kid You were never what they wanted I'm a bird, I'm a tree, I'm a fish outside The city is a breast dangling from
Well, times are bad And all the time you're feeling sad And people are laughing Telling you to go away And your feet are trudging You're always acting
