que les corbeaux qui se rappellent sous l'aile nord de mon donjon le temps s'endort il fait si bon dans les bles d'or et les chardon les vagabonds
les etoiles, les voiles Que des choses pas commerciales Foule sentimentale Il faut voir comme on nous parle Comme on nous parle Foule sentimentale On a soif d'ideal Attiree par les
Forget about the fight to wear the crown of scars Cause you've already won Forget the pain and leave tears behind you Bury underneath your feet the remains
I went to you, a woman-man A courageous friend, I thought But turned out so wrong was I When we were up against the wall He had chicken-liver balls He
Uncle Larry's hooked on ice again He seems to be stuck in the 80's He wears his members only jacket Cause he thinks it turns on all the ladies And all
Six-lane highway running up to my back door But it won't take me where I want to be I took the I-95 down to Pensacola All I found was a bunch of holyrollers
Oooh Oooh Oooh Oooh I woke up and called this mornin' The tone of your voice was a warnin' That you don't care for me anymore I made up the bed we sleep
Yeah, count to five And I will start my car for a ride Yeah, a hundred miles And I will be at speed satisfied Yeah, I'll miss my life Behind my driving
Walking through the desert You know what it's about It's really from the church Too foreign That was never there Yet you know I'm in heaven But it is
When I'm alone I'm feeling blue Dreaming a dream of a world That's lovely and true Faintly the dream Of a true and wonderful world And no one will care
Test the mend, devil melt Bloody money when it's lent Scum repair everywhere They want money, oh Heavenly won't it be Here's some money Belong to thee
Yeah Takes my dinner, drinks my beer Spends my money but I don't care She's my love, she's my dear Love is here, I was there, ah Yeah
I'm lost Woman leave my life Woman be so kind Woman, well you know Well you know Yeah, well you know Sarah will return Sarah, she's my girl Woman, well
Sunday's gone, months has gone Some learn they're there Lonesome crow, where are they from Where are their thoughts No, nobody knows or even thought
Grow the tee, shuffle board Pin ball, he's got the score That everyone around here is trying to beat He?s a six pack up when he walks in Tells the band
knew What you were Always knew The crows are coming for us Let them live, let them live The crows are coming for us Let them live, let them live The crows
I fed the clues of a lost day killed in motion But I thought of it so like there's no other way it could've been done Will they size my fit, for a puzzle