The crisp sheet bedding pulled down to the floor, my raised, tired brows have witnessed its lore and I won't have much to say, if I don't return. Easy
Where do all the lovers meet with one another, in an effort to uncover what has happened to their salad days? The sprite ones on the corner, dream of
never caught you a breakthrough The people are in lines trying to be you Oh, and now you are dancing I see all the waking ones From silhouttes to the
Words are full of meaning Words can be screaming The truth lies somewhere within Syntax, though clever, is never etched in stone and never hidden from
I sit and hide Hush now people don?t you cry, It takes a hundred pleas to fetch me from the sky Here, what?s mine is mine Only the angels sing of something
We long for the best years of our lives So long to an era, dry your eyes And we don't have a lot to say Outlines of circles on your face Details a certain
rock-a-bye song Papa would sing, I'd hum along I'd climb on his lap and he'd sing to me Only a child on my Papa's knee Now Papa would sing, a little
through every city, town and country lane you hear him sing his plantive little strain) And as he goes by to you he'll say (Big jumbos) big jumbo ones
it down, yes we can break it) (we can break it down, yes we can break it) The part of me that fights you like Gonna sing my song gonna sing it proud No ones
ancient yuletide carol Fa la la la la la la la la Up on the rooftop reindeer paws Out jumps good ol' santa clause Down through the chimney with lots of toys All for the little ones
a bad mutha fucka (Mutha fucka, hehehe) I'm a bad mutha fucka (Hehe) (Hahaha) I got hookers by the hand Four-five at a time But they're the ones paying
decomposed bodies froze Expose who chose to impose sleep Deceased, buried six feet deep beneath hollow stone Tragedy prolong memories, harmony, sing another sad song
uh huh [Verse: 2] It's a shame that I always Have to be conscious and cautious Of every riff I make And every song I sing What happened to the day When
shit just another name Looking at the destinythere in your palm But now you got your strings but you got no song So sing, sing, sing - shake it like a
cold ones, then told a few old ones And sang another verse to the song. Yeah we were boys who made a lot of noise And we, sang all our songs for free
, Sing a song, singing man, Sing a song, singing man, Sing another song, singing man, Sing another song, singing man, Sing a song for me, Sing a song
head off every time we touch Sittin' on the porch listenin' to the radio We sing every single song we know Even the ones we don't When she moves a little
and famine in TV land Read the sunday papers credit card ina your hand Sing your song of freedom just to ease your troubled mind And save your guilty pennies for the ones
