It?s morning and I?m awake My soul?s been chosen not to take I feel like I?ve been asleep for years Rolling out of bed And then I see the colors Pressing
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they removed the 81 per cent what about the 19 they didn't get she comes to give me something for the pain slaps my arm to help her find a vein i love
it's a lunch buffet for one and an iced tea hold the lemon seems you overdid the fun and undersold the women in your amazing life you wore camouflage
mustard gas and curly fries boys do well but girls, they die you and i will take a trip now do the things that we think are hip, now i said, we all love
the storm was blowing from the south the blood was running from your mouth i recall the music playing couldn't hear what you were saying the cat was howling
Bless me jesus buddy I have sinned Whatever does the trick Odds are even that I'll fall again So you better make it stick What the psychic on the tv
Interstellar overdrive is playing on her phonograph She believes he's still alive out there in his hovercraft Entering the atmosphere it shudders and
Papers scattered on the lawn Weeds where there were none before The evening light is nearly gone Yellow tape across the door Broken china underfoot Makes
As you sleep between the trees I lay above you dreaming And in my bed amidst the leaves I can barely here you screaming And all the things that frighten
His legs they won't support him now That he's near half a ton But he remembers very well A time when he could run They ran around her bed She chased him
It?s Oskar and he?s blowing his horn And revving up his engine All the way through Rabbittown The devil comes out on the proch And says, ?If I had a
See the man standing in the doorway (down at the Bible house) He's got a meat hook in his hand There's a slab hanging in the closet Gonna drag that meat
Black dot on the horizon All I know is it's a pretty long walk Keep a-goin pea, keep a-goin Don't wait for me, just keep a-goin Sunburn your skin is
Hey man you wanna be the pilot Of a kamikaze aeroplane Instead I bet you're gonna add it to A list of things you never tried You're a fifth wheel, a
California bingo Man I must be dreaming Fascination on the midway Listen to him screaming Sounding like a preacher Calling in the sinners Says california
Hey Jen It?s me again Tell me, how ya doin? I know It?s been a year or so It?s like I died or somethin? The weekend just went by so quickly And now
When hope is gone We drag the pond And try to look beyond The dead end of summer There's a haze hanging over the town So hide your eyes Ignore the flies