Solarium lookin' for the stereo Wanted to save being excommunicated the area, it's okay In the city said, he cut a cord of No bigger than a thimble but still good, it's okay
'Cause just a bump on a rash of robberies On account of the worlds economy makin' us sick Go get the man who he's on to me He thinks in the kitchen with our sticks
But he know that Paris is burnin' down You'd never know it in this The governor's around he's got tricks for you
Catch as Cassius never become the machine Run him over ruff shod he bleeds army green out, so devout To the that lost his seat he never seen Semi-automatic rosary out
'Cause it's just a bump on a of robberies In a too sad for Solomon we just sit watch your economy I'll tell you when the have it fixed
See is burnin' down never know it in this town The governor's walkin' he's got tricks for you
So take a minute to laugh it We'll make sure it's all Just she said Behind the barn last eve
Baby 40 feet caught by a street cleaner Coming home from the hall, he saw the fall, it's okay JP Sousa found a radio, a Sousa found a place to go, a in his head that said
It's just a on a rash of robberies An old sand lot that's savin' this day In a world too sad for just sitting in the kitchen with our stray
But Paris is burnin' The are walkin' around We'll sure That they do by you
So you think you go to Beatrice Even though the letter was never Maybe it will come noon
She is her fallen saint to Please return her fighter Who don't who she is He don't who she is
Where are you my sweet Doss? Have you softly gone to Here I've you your 2 2 dollar bills back
But I'm not waitin' for sweet She can her watercolors back I found them on December eve
You look quite so familiar The way you talk of time But I don't who she is Don't who she is
And you, you bring this beloved At the foot of this on Gideon's bed She gave me a motorbike
So go and this to sweet Eliza It was written and gently to The courier pendin' arrival
Could you hold me just one older? Then go as your fallen fighter Waitin' at the door, see you anymore
my dear a sweet Nostrovia In a letter sent to I wait for you to just humble me home