A mason jar full of shine, a CD of Leann Rhimes Is what I bought for our anniversary tonight Now here I stand with my petunias in hand And you've got
cured a nation We took the tube and the high plains too Never stopped long just passing through A drop of the laughter of the maids of France Makes a
behind you You call I'll come And I won't remember where I come from Over there At the end of the bar This fish keeps swimming In a jar I feel A tug
Well, I made a small fortune sellin' used cars And it's buried out back in a cookie jar I raise a toast to Senior Escobar For givin' me a pot to piss
carpool. (This is our school) I'm not trying to graduate to life with a personalized barstool, head in a jar on the desk, feet dangling in a shark pool
'll jump into A brand new skin Chorus: And then you won't be able to box me in Don't box me in Don't box me in Let go There's a few places 'round
Life in this world with codes of bars Feels like you're a fly trapped in a jar The walls just keep on closing in So fucking cheap is everything Run around
crater, yeah yeah I spend 'em as fast as they come right now A greased up atomic pavilion And a great way to swallow my time But I do think I need a
a moth to the flame. [Roxie Hart] A moth? [Billy Flynn] Now I am a man who will assist and you're a butterfly. Crushed on a wheel! [Roxie Hart] Wait
to boot camp They'll shoot you dead, make you a man Don't you worry, it's for a cause Feeding global corporations' claws Die on our brand, new poison
a waitress at the only joint in town. She had a reputation as a girl who'd been around. On Main Street after midnight, a brand new pack of cigs, A fresh
had a reputation as a girl who'd been around. On Main street after midnight, a brand new pack of cig's, a fresh one hanging from her lips, a beer between
a brand new style Combing my hair, yeah Combing my hair, yeah Combing my hair, yeah Combing my hair in a brand new style I take a midnight stroll in a
you longed for morning?s light And think of yourself as a candle in the night Make believe this is the first day Everything all brand new Make believe
had a reputation as a girl who'd been around Down Main Street after midnight with a brand new pack of cigs A fresh one hangin' from her lips and a beer
enough what I mean is, she, my kind of fluff. Like a star or a sun or a moon like the surface of a still lagoon like a stainless steel spoon she's shining
old wine from a brand new jar Get hung over but we always survive it Sing the same old song, sing the same old song Like the same old song with a few new
had a reputation as a girl who'd been around Down Main Street after midnight with a brand new pack of ciggs A fresh one hangin' from her lips and a beer