sleep It's so appropriate The way we amplify the sound And then the neighbors drop by And they ask to turn it down again We spread out And everyone
This won't be the last you'll hear from me It's just the start I hope that he keeps you up for weeks Like you did to me I will hold a candle up to you
of the car felt more like a home Than I would ever have thought And through the evening the engine kept on Until we hit Chicago and decided to stop
swim upstream And I'll contest But they won't listen When the casualty rate's Near 100 percent And there isn't a pension For second best or for hardly
be a simpler explanation 'Cause I scrimped and I saved Just to find that they've been splicing my inventions Cold skin and bones and this latitude We
thin or fade Your wedding figurines, I'd melt so I could drink them in Drink them in and drink them in I'll take the best of your bad moods And dress
convictions every time My memory cannot recall a wave of alcohol We shared a cigarette and shave the hours off Talking how the group had begun to splinter And
surfaced when you would sing And this town simply cannot compete So I'm packing my Bullets and Silvertones and heading east To a brownstone up three flights of stairs and
You've been forewarned of the shake-shakedown Opinions stamped on the pulp of the tabloid newsstand Gossip that's stacked at your door You swallowed
we shared a cigarette and shaved the hours off. lushing with the hallway concregation, my best judgement signed its resignation. I rushed this. we moved too fast, and
's so appropriate: the way we amplify the sound, and then the neighbors drop by and they ask (us) to turn it down again... we spread out and everyone
: you've been forewarned of the shakedown. opinions stamped on the pulp of the tabloid newsstand gossip that's stacked at your door. you swallowed the
you up for weeks like you did to me. I will hold a candle up to you to singe your skin. brace yourself: I'm bent with bitterness. when your apologies fail to ring true, (you're
back of the car felt more like a home than I would ever have thought. and through the evening the engine kept on until we hit Chicago and decided to stop
: I took the 405 and drilled a stake down into your center, and stated that it's never ever been better than this. I hung my favorite shirt on the floorboard
and I'll contest but they won't listen when the casualty rate's near 100%, and there isn't a pension for second best or for hardly moving... crashing
losses at both ends and aim your car away from all our friends, leaving the dishes stacked in the sink. I'd keep a distance 'cause the complications cloud it all, and
town simply cannot compete so I'm packing my Bullets and Silverstones and heading east to a "brownstone up three flights of stairs" and it's on... if I could have