Too much is spent on the dead All the found us back to live in his head Like the bones of a lover on a bed With all the nothings that he said
Mr. Motorcycle have missed his plane Thousand an hour [Incomprehensible] been ugly, could've been a shame Turned him by calling out his name
An young prince charming the book of love Said the words came from a above And he flew it on the wings of a virgin But nobody knows what he was of
It all around Some free, some break down Some get and some get found I stand upon shaky ground I know it all goes
Well, John, the liar, he talks He's traveled 'cross the and the seven seas He makes up places to go and to be Sometimes I think that he up me
Mississippi singers said it best There ain't nothing worse than You got an empty and an empty chest Nothing more, less
It all around break free, some break down Some get and some get found Although I upon shaky ground I it all goes around, alright
Wake up, child and a work to do The crop is thin and the chickens too Better get while the day is new I you got something left in you
I know it all around Some break free and some down get lost trying to get found Though I stand shaky ground I it all goes around
and round, and round and round Round and round, and and round Round and round, and round and and round, and round and round Round and round, and and round and round, and round and round