: [Originally by Jawbreaker] Seven hundred miles to play to fifteen angry men. I need some sleep. They hate the songs. We hate them too. Yeah. This
[Originally by Jawbreaker] Seven hundred miles to play to fifteen angry men. I need some sleep. They hate the songs. We hate them too. Yeah. This show
is enough I want to live where the grass don't grow A big high rise or a small condo If I never blow again it'll be too soon Won't ever touch another
a wave of ecstasy Tsunami Just when you think the worst has past She rises up to destroy me Just when you think it's safe to sail again Ya, she rises
, you knew him as Twan That's right, you were around before this shit begun When Twan had a daughter and Sort of was made to mature before the first tour
Black drug dealer, you have to wise up And organize your business so that we can rise up If your gonna sell crack then don't be a fool Organize your money
swarm of bees Or some waitress, it's a tease Or some song was full of light Coming 'round to you late at night The sun will rise up, and you'll be in
Well, you knew him as Twan That's right you were around before this shit begun When Twan had a daughter and Sort of was made to mature before the first tour
one night of Moonlight, with you there beside me All night, doin' it again and again You know I want you so bad Baby, baby, baby, baby Oooh I get so
on your face again. Another empty sleeping bag. A broken speaker plays out loud. An Elliot Smith song for those who can't move on and on. A tour to
Or some waitress, it's a tease Or some song that's full of lies Coming round to you late at night. Chorus. The sun will rise up, and you'll be in Freedom
All over the world... Chorus: Black drug dealer, you have to wise up And organize your business so that we can rise up If your gonna sell crack then
ground... [Verse 2] Ya, amazingly, Cask of Amanciatto Cracks wide open and vibrates your bravado So I escape, body-bagging, like I'm kinda like Monte Christo World Tour
