violin Other people's apartments and couches and clothes Young again, lost again Here we are, here we go Hothouse flowers crushed flat to the glass You
find collected glass that drinks the reflection of midday afternoon midway between telegraph lines ? a silver wing ? a cloud ? a rumbling of a cloud ? a crowd of various violins
let me do the thinking, this what I recommend My nigger money talk that's what she comprehend Say that sad story, you hear them violins? And for a tall glass
a girl Come to inebriate out of the rain Days i have violinned tragic and crass Weepingly bowing the people i'd meet But now all the music is here in my glass
The night descends and shadows fall on a angel deep in pray, a drunken dancing harlequin is tumbling down the stairs, the haunting sounds of violins hangs
hated I'm a falling stone in a world of glass I'm a ticking bomb with a smiling mask Can you ever let go? I'll play you like a violin ...stay... You
fans that resemble them kids in the O.C. Oh me Oh my them girls love me like Seth Cohen, So get a grip get a glass pour the X. O. in I did want one these
that rose from the sidewalk, street lamps and violins, tales that they tell, the stars that plunged into my sparkling glass, I remember these things,
clown, and I'm laughing while my dream turns into a nightmare, fade away, I'm asleep, not too deep... The walls of night have left me scarred the broken glass
do the thinking, this what I recommend My n-gger money talk that's what she comprehend Say that sad story, you hear them violins? And for a tall glass
Take away the wine For restlessness plagues me.... I am assailed by a spectre profounder Than hatred and grief or the sum of their hideous crime I shalt
violence, Look close- hate tide all white Row on the glass surf He pulled the paddle Okay with me in silence What I'd like to do With your violin
[Intro:] You know what's this? It's the world's smallest violin [Verse 1: Alaska] It's like this when my mic hits your scalp like nightsticks And mites
your violence, Look close Hate Tide all white Row on the glass surf He pulled the paddle Okay with me In silence What I'd like to do With your violin
and I'll veto on the word's protest MC's that wanna be vissed(?), they're gonna Be dissed if they don't get from in fronta All they can go get is me a glass
fifty happy voices mixed with whistles made of tin And a piper man is blowing like the North Atlantic wind And an Aran island beauty is sawing on the violin