Solarium lookin' for the stereo Wanted to save being from the area, it's okay In the said, he cut a cord of wood No than a thimble but still plenty good, it's okay
'Cause just a bump on a rash of robberies On account of the worlds economy that's us sick Go get the man who he's on to me He thinks we're in the kitchen our sticks
But he know that Paris is burnin' down You'd never know it in town The governor's around he's got tricks for you
Catch as Cassius never become the machine Run him over shod 'til he bleeds army green out, so devout To the saint lost his seat he never seen rosary out devout
'Cause it's just a bump on a of robberies In a too sad for Solomon we just sit I'll your economy I'll tell you when the police have it
See Paris is down You'd never know it in this The governor's walkin' Like he's got for you
So take a minute to laugh it make sure it's all true Just like she Behind the barn last eve
falls 40 feet caught by a street cleaner Coming home the union hall, he saw the fall, it's okay JP found a radio, a radio Sousa a place to go, a radio in his head that said
It's just a bump on a rash of An old lot anomaly that's savin' this day In a too sad for sodomy We're sitting in the kitchen with our stray
But is burnin' down The governors are walkin' We'll make That do right by you
So you think you go to Beatrice Even the letter was never found Maybe it come tomorrow noon
She is askin' her fallen to Please her straitlaced fighter Who know who she is He know who she is
Where are you my Desmond Doss? you softly gone to winter? Here I've brought you 2 2 dollar bills back
But I'm not waitin' for Eliza She can have her back I found them on December eve
You look quite so familiar The way you talk of supper But I don't who she is Don't who she is
And you, you this beloved stranger At the foot of this pile on bed She gave me a needlepoint
So go and this to sweet Eliza It was written and given to The pendin' arrival soon
you hold me just one more older? Then I'll go as your fallen Waitin' at the door, see you anymore
Here my a sweet Nostrovia In a sent to December I wait for you to just humble me home