and wig shops Quarter in a cup for every block And watch the buildings grow smaller as you go Down the tracks, beautiful McMansions on a hill That overlook a
Normal, Illinois. Maybe I should ditch this little white rental on the interstate And start a new f'ing life...in effington I could change my name, grow a beard, start a
at the paper A man's here to take him downstairs And I'm sorry, Mr. Jones It's time There was no party, there were no songs 'Cause today's just a day
You took a trip and climbed a tree At Robert Sledge's party And there you stayed till morning came You were not the same after that You gave your life
'd been born fifty years before you In a house on the street where you live? Maybe I'd be outside as you passed on your bike Would I know? And in a wide
And in a way I guess I was While I opened my eyes and walked out the door And the clouds came tumbling down And it's bye-bye, goodbye, I tried Dragging the sea of a
Think of me anyway you want I can be the problem, if that's easier In your head, move the pieces around Things I've said, turn the memory upside down
Good morning, son, I am a bird wearing a brown polyester shirt You want a coke? Maybe some fries? The roast beef combo's only dollar 9.95 It's okay, you