, these walls are closing in on me like the Death Star bin Oh, that'll learn me, that'll squeeze out all the sin This world is bearing down on me like
place I'm Tuesday's child without the grace Bring your canary, bring your flame There's a rich seam of windy in my coal mine We're just blow ins on the
You save yourself, I'm saved by the bell Never left my head, I've no story to tell I was doing fine when I was breastfed I blame it on the milkman on
story when you're facing certain death I wonder did they kick back when they knew the game was up Static on the radio ain't no soundtrack to this end Stick on
so it goes The words on the page start to swim As light catches your face, you're smiling This must be what all the fuss is about The words on the page
I cut the red one, no, the blue one I cut the red one, no, the blue one I cut the red one I cut the red one, I cut the blue one Raking over the embers
A safe pair of hands, a reason to stand Some guns to stick to rational demands Come on, now ladies, they won't fertilize themselves Get into the ball
She was only just a girl in a picture But he thought if I could only make her smile Then she'd be mine He'd folded it, re-folded it so many times He'd
it all Waitress on roller skates, waitress on roller skates (Love the color of it all) Waitress on roller skates, waitress on roller skates Waitress on roller skates, Waitress on
