You can take your money, but I don't know how You'll spend it in the tomb" The tiny man bit the soldier's ear As the floor caved in and the boiler in
stones Our planet grew up helped by elder ones Then the ice came and they had to move away To the middle earth and then the stories on the pictures end
I wouldnA't let them hurt you, I wouldnA't let them scream youA'd listen to my stories, and got back to your dreams Stayed down on first floor layed
) I try to take care but baby You're as brittle as a wishbone of a bird (Lie down here and be my girl) We've been scribbled in the margins Of a story
Well, this story ends in bloodshed The face I love, the city I'm from The persons I've met, the persons I've let down But a hero never turns around It
first All that you build will probably fall someday Then you'll be left with only Polaroids So, what I want to know is when the sky caves in Who's
stick doll doll doll doll I held her in my cheap arms she believed in me her soul plus my arms well I love that kewpie doll I told her phony storys i
line baby, there ain't no turning back Some raise and I don't ever wanna see that place That's where the action is Listen, hear the stories hear the
a bird with broken wings At times I dread my now And envy where I've been But that's when Quiet wisdom takes control At least I've got a story No one
a bird with broken wings At times I dread my now and envy where I've been But that's when quiet wisdom takes control At least I've got a story no
Ought to be on my way right now Stepping on the boat With a lump in my throat On my way right now I got a letter from a dear friend of mine The story
I be so blind? All is lost, where was I? Spoiled all, spoiled all Everything's gone all wrong What have I done? What have I done? Find a deep cave to
you dawn While I sip da purple all as thick as my Southern drawl Put me on the ocean floor wit' the mermaid wit' no draws They got bats up in the cave
Don't hide what I already know. I will miss you, But this is the last time I'll feel it. It's fiction you are selling. Your story is pathetic, It's such
Charlemagne He had a detox dream he saw Christ in all his glory Charlemagne didn't feel any pain But he's bleeding from the holes in his story He said
caving in, you had so much left to give is it worth the tide you turned, all the people YOU HAVE burned? So long to your little friend this is how the story
Out in the yard cave wires are burning Can't see too far today, over there Feel against your skin Heat comes from nowhere When the smoke is gone Something