Sangtekster:
Dan Brodie

Well, the comic book and me, just us, we caught the bus The poor little chauffeur, though, she was back in bed On the very next day, with a nose full

She's got a couple down Shooting shots like, with a gun Think she's gonna die Go on, go on, go on, go on, go on Go on, go on, go on, go on, go on But

I think it's going to be all right I think it's going to be just fine I think it's going to get much better than before I think we're going to see the

Die by the sword And the millions have taken away this reward Stolen the laugh and a kiss It was burned all in grey across her tender lips Never the

And it just keeps going and it just keeps So I'm in the airport getting ready to leave Heading to a friends wedding in the NYC But my head has been spinning

Well I'm lyin' in my bed, a tangle of arms and legs But the one that I'm with is not the one bouncing 'round my head I could turn this into song or cheap

It's 12 o'clock Hit snooze one more time on the alarm clock I'll get up soon But not right now cause it is only noon I swear I'll get the chance to,

how can you not find everything you need in all of this? potatoes, rice, and bread, we'll burn it as we take it in. sing your heart out, sing it like

On August 1st, 1981 I cycled to Scott's house with a BB gun We were almost 12 but we looked 13 He had baby blue eyes that I shot him between Nature provides