he fight for the right to kill, in the garden, in the garden There's a little man in a house alone waiting He doesn't lie, he doesn't wait for love
Big Daddy's in the back seat taking to the Mammas I'm bigger than a fruitcake A farmer for a daughter..HEY Smaller than your honor God don't the
Finally in the meantime since you paid for my room I thought I'd write the European B-side or two See Mr. Merry's in the garden Trying to tie his high
Okay I gotta think for fish with no eyes Who swim deep in the sea with nothing to see Okay I've gotta think for mountains of sand Left all to their own
Put away your tears and your sleepy eyes Put away that bullshit, big boys They don't cry to their mama's, she'll be back soon Put away your raincoat
I've cut off the curls, I shaved half my face Became half the man, you asked to replace I'm willing to save you, you said you're worth saving But half
That in this day and age is sick of living And judges argue letters The fabric comes undone For every daughter every son Of the last Great American For
I sing above my vision, I sing above my face A fat old amphibian speaker for the dead Now gather round ye animals, gather round this lake And take upon
Bella played the bridge, every second loneliest night of the year And took a certain liking to a fellow there, Bella She said, I brought her back to some
had I had known that it might have been me I might have returned a letter or three Or gave you a call from the sanctuary For the cracks in these walls tell time for
Day by day I wake up for you, I do And I rise to who knows who Well, if I can say some other day Day by day I reason to you, I do And I pretend there
: Bella played the bridge every second loneliest night of the year Took a certain liking to a fellow there - Bella She said I brought her back to some
: Day by Day I wake up for you I do and I rise to who knows who well if I can say...some other day Day by Day I reach out to you I do and I pretend
Daddy's in the back seat taking to the Mammas God don't the world smell good today I'm bigger than a fruitcake Smaller than your honor A farmer for a
: I sing above my vision. I sing above my face. A fat old amphibian speaker for the dead. Gather round ye animals. Gather round this lake. Take upon
: I got a thing for fish with no eyes Who swim deep in the sea With nothing to see I've got a thing for mountians of sand Left all to their own To quietly
That in this day and age Is sick of living And judges argue letters Fabric comes undone For every daughter every son Of the Last great American: For
: Put away your tears and your sleepy eyes Put away that bullshit, Big boys they don't cry to their mama's :She'll be back soon Put away your raincoat
