Every thing's a blessing in disguise You wear yours, I'll wear mine Every thing's a blessing in disguise Falling to rise, the vanishing me is aching to
She's got a ticket But you need more than a ticket to get you there You need a string of good intentions And an easy burn Maybe some good luck With the
It's not the clothes that she borrows Just call me out 'cause you know I'll follow Back through the backdoor into June Luck will sleep the October June
As I step out into space. I wonder what you would say. If you knew that I was here. Perfecting my mistakes. I poured that gasoline. Last drop to the machine
So you're sticky and you're young And your head is like a sponge You go to keep yourself Keep you from becoming one Get up off of your knees You feel
Had a dream. And you were my dream. Saw your face. Real in a dream. Sugar mouth. Stings like a bee. Dreams with me at night. Come around. An image of
Do you think that people get tired of themselves? Is that why the T.V.?s on all the time? It don?t take much to get it right back on track But it won?
I get you ready for the breakdown. I'm the feeling inside you that just wants to explode. I never sugarcoat a shakedown. So empty all your pockets of
Hey man, you're so complicated and mean Maybe your system needs adjustment She is a famous people collector I'm juggling J O B, The Judger Maybe the
What your mother say? Never listen to me? I know you want back in You don't get it for free Did you better read the book And hear what they say Never
"Joliet," she says, "Is the darkest part of a man" It's angry and slick into her letters writes Through herself each time, she thinks of him Trips her
Mean Mr. Mustard says, "He's bored of life in The District Can't afford the French Quarter high" Says, "It gets old real quick" And he pales up next to
Oh yeah She says, "We can't tell them" Oh yeah she wants up front I can't do that When you gonna make up your mind? When you gonna make up your mind?
I don?t want to spend the rest of my life Starin' at a man, looking down a line What?s he say? Not my style Just a stylized version of an obsolete file
Get down and pray to the oven She thinks that God is there, in there Do you see Sylvia in the oven? Colossal fact, Daddy's ex don't let you read Here'
There's a mark on my back From my last heart attack A whiskey mouth bottleneck card stack There's a source, of course She says, "It's whispering at night
She calls me Goliath and I wear the David mask I guess the stones are coming too fast for her now You know I'd like to believe this nervousness will pass
It will take a fancy store For mom and dad To forget what they never had It will only take one moment To make her believe She's something worth trying
