Sitting here wasted and wounded at this old piano Trying hard to capture the moment this morning I don't know 'Cause a bottle of vodka is still lodged
Sitting here wasted and wounded at this old piano Trying hard to capture the moment this morning I don't know 'Cause a bottle of vodka still lodged
halfway through a test But I just can?t concentrate I?m sitting next to Fontaine I want to ask her on a date I really want to start a conversation But each time she
't slit her throat, I just tied her up, see I ain't like you Cause if she suffocates she'll suffer more, then she'll die too Well, gotta go, I'm almost
And don't give me no bullshit I'm not in the mood I just got in a feud in some parkin lot with a dude over Kim and she just slit both of her wrists over
hard knocks, no I will never transfer Money on top My money on top When she give me brain it's a dummy on top Regret her if I let her take all my guac She
hard knocks, no I will never transfer. Money on top, my money on top. When she give me brain it?s a dummy on top. Regret if I let her take all my guap. She
unconsciously yearning, and wonderin' where you're at. But when the meadow is shadowed by that old sinking sun; And the roses are bowing for the dew drops to come; At my old upright piano
fast; And change the beauty of the melody, Until they sounded like a symphony, That's why I go for that Rock And Roll Music ... I took my loved one over cross the tracks So she
goes bright The darker they make my night * Unplayed pianos Are often by a window In a room where nobody loved goes She sits alone with her silent song Somebody bring her home Unplayed piano
the mall I tell her tales, some small some tall Why, how you got peanuts, pecans, I wipe her cheek, she grabs my hand I have a curfew, she says to me
up again all right She ain't much of a looker, she can handle her Paraldehyde You were up all night at the Captain's Table drinking Tango & gin by the old piano
If there's secrets She has to be pardoned to Every one of them If there's heaven She gets to the heart And you'll know... Why she says When I run out
back she just laughs The boulevard is not that bad Piano man he makes his stand In the auditorium Looking on she sings the songs The words she knows