Once there was a way To get back homeward Once there was a way To get back home Sleep, pretty darling Do not cry And I will sing a lullaby Golden slumbers
If there's a God He's laughing at us and our football team Effington could be a wonderful f'ing place I can see it from the highway and I'm wondering
Oh, oh, oh, oh Oh, oh, oh, oh Oh, oh, oh, oh Oh, oh, oh, oh Start of the show Hiroshima And the people were shouting my name As the house lights came
Called in sick one day Stepped out my front door Squinted up at the sky And strapped on my backpack Got into a van And when I returned I had Ex-wives
She plays, 'Wipeout' on the drums The squirrels and the birds come Gather round and sing the guitar Oh I, have you got nothing to say? When all words
Leaf by leaf and page by page Throw this book away All the sadness, all the rage Throw this book away Rip out the binding and tear the glue And all of
September '75 I was 47 inches high Mom said by Christmas I would have A bad ass mother G.I. Joe For your little minds to blow I still got beat up after
All is quiet his tired eyes see figures jotted down And clothes all strewn around the bedroom floor Now nothing's adding up and nothing's making sense
Fred Jones was worn out From caring for his often Screaming and crying wife During the day But he couldn't sleep at night For fear that she in a stupor
I should warn you, I go to sleep I know you don't know what I mean Yet, I get upset or happy, I go to sleep You won't know when, I go to sleep 'Cause
So you wanted to take a break Slow it down some and have some space Fuck you too Give me my money back Give me my money back, you bitch I want my money
Everyone gather 'round now, sing us a song Just in case by tomorrow it happens he is gone For two weeks and seven days, our fair foreign friend I have
Stop the bus, I wanna be lonely When seconds pass slowly and years go flying by You gotta stop the bus and get off here That's enough and I'm leaving
Sometimes I get the feeling That I won't be on this planet for very long I really like it here, I'm quite attached to it I hope I'm wrong All I really
I want to live in a land where there's free coffee And the beer flows out of the ground The women are nice and they don't think twice About kissing you
I met this girl, she looked like Axl Rose Got drunk and took her home and we slept in our clothes And in the morning, put my feet on the floor and thought
Howard, the strangest things have happened lately When I take a good swing at all my dreams, they pivot And slip, I drop my fists and they're back laughing
Come on Your uncle Walter's goin' on and on 'Bout everything he's seen and done The voice of fifty years experience He's drunk watchin' the television