Esme, could you shut the door And put the oil lamp on the floor? I feel it coming on again Just like it did on Saturday Voices after murder park In the
Two sisters sighed Said, "We might as well be lovers We're so close Just like blood brothers" And the horse guard died I lost all power She said to me
They were failing dutifully If you're going to fail at all Failing came more easily Than it did to us all And I wanted to be there See them begin It
Your star is descending 'Round here blindly Tell your dancing daughter That there's no room on the wing We can bitch But it ain't a tinsel town Hey starchild
Who cares about your mystic lies Is it a claim to some reality I found myself barefoot on stones I don't think 'It was meant to be' I don't think 'It
Happy birthday, Buddha Happy hunting, happy hiding, happy New Year I hope you get yourself together I hope your absence is made clear I first learned
Well, they sent back all the bodies Who were looking really hopeless Well, it didn't seem that callous Till they stopped you in your flow She's surrounded
Early years were a shroud man Only a gray cloud, shot in the dark Hangin' out with your dad And his plans for revenge In some hick-town Caravan park
When I first met you You were not house trained A backwards trier The world's your oyster Your time is mine What's yours is mine, all mine There's no
Who cares about your mystic lies Is it a claim to some reality I found myself barefoot on stones I donc?? think ???t was meant to be? I donc?? think
In my role As a ground breaker As a pallbearer In a home In my past life As a benefactor My lost years As an actor The stars are brighter Are lighter
Ic?? a rich mans toy Sick of the way youc??e been putting me down Sick of all your stupid games Ic?? a rich mans toy Youc??e a son of a gun and Ic?? easily
Some of the things a cowboy do To make you howl out at the moon and blush I think you better look around There's a genius in every town Keep your ear
They were hanging on for grim life They were clutching at straws They were sure the ship was at port As it sailed far from shore They were keen philosophers
Their legend lay in tatters From Perth to John O'Groats The Dead Sea navigators Should've been buried at birth And of course, I loved them dearly And
In a basement flat, lying undercover In a head full of height were a couple of lovers I'll buy you san-energy, I'll buy you a beer Hotfoot it downtown
Junk shop clothes will get you nowhere They're out of season, betrayal without treason Junk shop clothes will get you nowhere There is one reason why
Bruises from your head to your toe There are marks all over you Therec?? no place for you to hide Since they painted you black and blue Bluec?? the colour
