Paroles:
Old Dead Tree I Can T Get Rid Of It

I can't get rid of it So stained by my own thoughts Because today I'm just a beggar (Thanks to Pascale for these lyrics)

I can't get rid of it So stained by my own thoughts Because today I'm just a beggar

feel You can throw it out in the rain You can whip it like a dog You can chop it down like an old dead tree You can always see it When you're coming

my happiness if it just so happens I ain't happenin' Let something happen to me if I ain't hardcore at it maximum Flip the dial change the channel if I can't

feel You can throw it out in the rain You can whip it like a dog You can chop it down like an old dead tree You can always see it When you're coming

You can throw it out in the rain You can whip it like a dog You can chop it down like an old dead tree You can always see it When you're coming into

the city. And I swore, And I swooned, As I swept back somehow to Austin, I don't remember how, Scared of what I had wrought, But terrified I didn't get what I

get rid of the cold I'm still pretty young but I look much too old I'm so tired I'm so sad I'm so tired I'm ALMOST DEAD I still don't know if I was