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