Hi Trader Trader sailed a jeweled crown Humanity rowed the way Exploring to command more land Scheming how to rule the waves. Trader spied a virgin plain
Time: 5:07 Wilojarston Music, Ltd. ASCAP B side with Sail On Sailor Carl Wilson/Jack Rieley Hi
Lead Vocal: Carl Wilson Trader sailed a jeweled crown Humanity rowed the way Exploring to command more land Scheming how to rule the waves. Trader
glow of the tv's static Taking out the trash to the man Give the people something they understand A stickman flashing a fine line smile Junk bond trader
pain or desire You're [misspellled as "Your're" in CD liner notes] a slave of hate No way to escape Repeating brainwashes and holocausts endlessly Hate trader
I'm sitting here in my confusion I'm crying in the desert sand I'm only happy when I'm sleeping here with you (And it's so hot) Leave me alone (With my
Dreaming strands of nightmare Are sticking to my feet It's time to wake up and throw away The last remaining sheet Sunlight sliding down my back And
He is a the faker that sits by the river Holding winged insects in front of his eyes Face of the aged but feared they would wither Living their lives,
Morning came and morning went All of my life, my loving was spent I looked out my window, too lazy to yawn It worries me finding my lady had gone Oh
Well, my grandfather spoke to me And told me of his fears And he smashed my tin soldiers His eyes were full of tears Well, a river flew down my face
Velvet is soft as a kitten's mouth Satin is harsh as a scream In fancy clothes of cloth like this Who knows what you dream Your eyes seem as soft as
Sheena, oh Sheena Just came in from Monterey Every night and day I've been going crazy Sheena, oh Sheena Steel guitar and saxophone Who would like to
Hey Jenny May, are you coming out to play? I'm all alone and my daddy's gone away I'll be Jesse James and you'll be an Indian If we have a fight, I might
d better get busy We got watermelon burnin' up, out there in the sun" Abel said, "Cain, brother, you're drivin' me silly Raisin' up this fruit trader
he'll never die and it's your good luck to know an old horse trader like me yes, it's your good luck to know an old horse trader like me yes it is
'd better get busy We got watermelon burnin' up out there in the sun" Abel said, "Cain, brother, you're drivin' me silly Raisin' up this fruit trader