By dean friedman Superman is a friend of mine. he drops by my house all the time. He's no different than me or you. he even helps start the barbecue.
door The book fell I had so many thoughts, so many signs I made sense of nothing at all This green dream was unreal; the crickets sing Across deserts and plains the lost feast
, They gathered for the feast The stab it with their steely knives, But they just can?t kill the beast Last thing I remember, I was Running for the door
they gathered for the feast They stab it with their steely knives but they just can't kill the beast Last thing I remember I was running for the door
hunt ticker tape Vision and pick apart the pixels I got a friend of polar nature and it's all peace When I seek similar stars but can't sit at the same feast
your mood I got this friend of polar nature and it's all peace When I seek similar stars but can't sit at the same feast Metal Captain! This cat is asking
and luck 'Cuz it's hand to mouth Door to door, cradle to the grave Asking for more, asking for more 'Cuz it's hand to mouth Door to door, cradle to
dress This other Kingdom seems by far the best until its other jaw reveals incest & loose obedience to a vegetable law I will not go Prefer a Feast of Friends
friend the carriage door Stands slightly ajar And I know clipped wings Make uneasy flight But we've got to leave A place where the feast never ends
There's a feast well prepared at the table And a beast licking holes in your door Make a break just as soon as you're able To run, get out of this hole
cold friends - the final beasts. You living off the lonely dead, the moist and voluntary feast. Sweet death, come kiss me softly and please, please open the door
Dectire is mortal. Culann the smith was holding a feast, For the Ard Ri Conchobhar, His mighty Hound had been unleashed, To guard the fortress' mighty door
gathered for the feast The stab it with their steely knives, But they just can't kill the beast Last thing I remember, I was Running for the door
members of the barnyard when they gather for a taste of French bread thrown in the pond. He is crowded out and unable to share in the French bread feast
half consumed I see a house of many rooms In the parlor I'm your father Who could ask for more The bedroom compromise me With your best friend from next door
mussels from a shell (instrumental break: "separate beds") The case was pulled from under the bed She made a call to a sympathetic friend And made arrangements The door
gun" You got undergraduate suck, know to be fun [chorus - Big Sound] This's the feast of cecular Here at the club, here at the club This's the feast
the door while its still closed still sick from the food you ate and then you run to the store for quick relief from a bottle of kaopectate and then you call your friend