'll be there in time This land is burning, turning to ash as it hits the air Every line is a place on a map It's a city or valley A mark on these miles
This is the song about the time I nearly starved to death in Roanoke Virginia I woke up Wednesday morning in my little motel bed Knowing I would die the
'm Dr. TC, and um, I'm guessing That your teacher sent you here to talk cause you were misbehaving Um, it's gonna be three sessions, today, tomorrow, Wednesday
you wanna die? Do you need my help? Is it self mutilation that you're bringing on yourself Went through the same situation 1 year ago I guess that explains all the scars on
Where would I be,Would I be standing right here We've had such a cruel death would we be as good as to remember a life Would you never live the way that
It was on a Wednesday night the moon was shining bright They robbed the Glendale train And the people they did say for many miles away Twas the outlaws
You left Tuesday and by Wednesday you were so alone Is this your nightmare man? The millions of punch drunks and the cannibal king is taking control Now
On monday I took a flower Dried it in my hand Covered it in poison And I threw it on the land On wasted ground it tried to root But choked upon the sand
sailed to every port Just to see what faults they could find Then they put her on the land For nine months to stand And they worked on her from stem
with a plan to catch Blue Field's slickest man And we will as sure as I'm the sheriff of Blue Field On a Wednesday I had ninety jars to cap didn't think
Listen to Beatallica raging in your head (Yeah, yeah) Tuesday, you are taken by the glamor Wednesday, see the sheep are set to come (Come on) Thursday
jesse had a wife to mourn for his life Three children they were so brave But that dirty little coward That shot mr. howard Has laid jesse james in his grave (instrumental) On wednesday
speed and slow time mondays Pissing down with rain on a boring wednesday Watching the news and not eating your tea A freezing cold flat and death on
'll be there in time This land is burning Turning to ash as it hits the air Every line is a place on a map It's a city or valley A mark on these miles
amount to love, but I love Repeat 2 Repeat 2 Repeat 1 with ad libs Oh come on playa, I know you could do that Come on now I know you the big balla
goes back to the house then things would go from bad to worse, what could he do? He wants to remember things exactly as he left them on that Wednesday
around me snug like a blanket of wool If I lie here to freeze to death I'd be another fox hole fool I got nothing new it's used, borrowed, and spent Good friday, ash wednesday
our fathers Is not ours to kill, Their sad-cellared wines Are not ours to spill And won't be passed over Good Friday. Though this life Is Ash Wednesday, It's Ash Wednesday