where the wheel turns, where everything is soft Me I didn't have the choice, it was hitting everywhere The world is at your door and is making fun
Looking out the door I see the rain fall upon the funeral mourners Parading in a wake of sad relations as their shoes fill up with water And maybe I'm
Looking out the door i see the rain fall upon the funeral mourners Parading in a wake of sad relations as their shoes fill up with water And maybe i'm
to bow Here comes Swifty, they're off To chase another headline But all the news gets soft Before it makes the deadline The morning paper hits my door
a dozen black roses I pose with babies breath Be afraid a place where magic is made I'll rain on your parade with silver razor blades I'm creepin over