if i thought for just one second that i could get away with it i'd make a bid for the foundry and save this sinking ship a friend was downtown to protest
In the year of '39 assembled here the volunteers. In the days when lands were few. Here the ship sailed out into the blue and sunny morn. The sweetest
now you can't help feelin' your the mother of the mad while market street's reelin in memory of the dead and capp street's greeting the tourists with
ample inquiry active, not electric but she is wirey i'm missing, i'm affected futile and fiery sights moved into you a fixture, a filed-b the blessed
the fog comes in and out with the tides like my pocket watch it doesn't keep the time spitting smoke combustion from foreign cars choking my family history
those lonely moments got you talking to yourself as long as no one's there to listen you're not ashamed those lonely moments got you drinking to your