't wanna be a museum piece Please don't let me be a museum piece Well I don't wanna be a museum piece I don't think there's any chance of that John prine
they say At museums we can meet once more And believe our lies In museums Still life at museums Still life Still life at museums Still life Still life at museums
Spoken: Everything about my museum was spectacular, including the price: one dollar. Now that may seem a bit steep, but it was worth it. Look at what
Come on in, admission's free I won't refuse those who wanna see I said it's strange Bring your loved ones, those you hold dear Bring them all, there'
Jesus lies dying in my bed Companions since birth... in this stagnant dingy haunt he never really lived. Last night I beat him as he would not leave
(BABYDOCTOR - Three ways of staring at the sun) Thank you Thank you Babydoctor Babydoctor Thank you And you count out the years you have been here in
Get in the pick-up truck, we're goin for a ride Come one man, it's a downhill slide Remember the dead boys Crawl in the back, we're goin' downtown
Bring back Bring it back Bring it Bring it back(x9) Bring back the apocalypse Never ____ for the end(x3)
Writhing in the old bliss Never forget this Reeling in the sweet grip Never let this slip Your eyes are yours to close Never let go Sleep is wrong
She folds her arms up nicely Lays them down Upon the table Wipes her mouth off as she Tries to find another word for love She hangs her skin up by
Ambugaton!
A man is digging in the delta In the dark soil with his bare hands To work the land for generations Is he a fool? And I am working in my garden To
Sleepytime Sleepytime All you days All you nights All you hours numberd Follow the red line The black line The gray line under Smoking time TV
The oaks of ald now they lie in peat Yet elms leap Where ashes lay. Phall if you but will, Rise you must A hand From the cloud Emerges, Holding
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Let me give it all to the very small things That leaves me powerless I see my face from another time From another day gone by (Goodbye) Arrogant and
One lead rose One fell swoop Un-fin-ished Bus Down-town Thought for the year, still un-clear What vin-tage, Sunday's best But what's the point