Now beat that And your mothers sayin ?go to college? So you finish college and its wonderful U feel so good And after all the partying and crazing And
I was tired of being put right down By myself for not being what you thought You had found pulled hard in two directions By a desire to learn and my old
'til the end In caves and grottoes spied Renounced, revered and scryed By men with dolch and bell Roma, Amor; the ill and well For good spirits of Europe
You keep it going man, you keep those books rolling You pick up all those books that your going to read And not remember and you roll, man You get that
All packed up, the people gone All tucked in, the TV on Tonight a bedroom for myself I'm gonna keep my mental health I could burn this country down With
oh Your whereabouts Are known to me Wha eee ee oh Your whereabouts Are known to me The grass it is always greener Under the western skies But to Norman
i remember a promise for a new tomorrow i remember a promise to save our youth i remember security for our aging but when you made the pudding you left
(Kelly/Mann) We twisted you arm over Chinese And led you astray Offered the world as we know it And a pittance in pay And your fortune read "Don't believe
(Kelly/Mann) The Saint Andrews' Cross The slate rooves and the chimney pots Are dirty against the snow Speeding away from Glasgow A carriage with a view
Oh no, oh no Oh no, oh no Oh no, oh no Oh no, oh no Mr. Jones has a little problem If I had eyes, I'd see that it was me He's the size of a man with
(Kelly/Mann) Dragged in his fathers footsteps Onto other people's doorsteps To shoe-gaze through another afternoon He's well turned out, his pants are
Jesus hangs behind the glass above Venetian doors His window box boasts crimson flowers, fresh cut the day before And you couldn't find a smile if you
(Kelly/Mann) I found my coat Had trouble with the sleeves We lifted your box And bent at the knees Know what tears the most? It's the disregard for your
(Kelly/Mann) I can barely keep a grip on the pen I hold Better get a grip on myself I'm told I've grown bitterly, shameslessly, indescribably cold I dove
It's here where I feel it Funny how it's, funny how it's here Where I feel it Funny how it's, funny how it's here
(Kelly/Mann) Our super-hero in a maple-leaf cape Was locked in the trunk of a car and he escaped He's a Moosehead muppet on an ex-pat kick Got a valid
there's water in the well and the gate is always open there's wood out in the shed and the chimney's always smokin' the kettle's on the boil now and won