Lyrics:
I was a victim of a Drive-By Quilting
Standing on the corner of the street
I guess that I never saw it coming
Now I'm a victim of a Drive-By Quilting
Arriving at the town of Croydon
Intent on visiting and having a good old poke around
The museum of quilting
I discovered quite to my consternation
quilting and quietly
Her minor piano keys
Slip through the screen of the door
Say, say what you mean to her
Washing her colander
Eyes on the stranger
and Grandma wasn't old
She'd throw a party and all of her friends
Would gather around the quilting frames
They'd always call out for me to come inside
the worrysome bugs
But ain't nobody doing nothing about 'em
Shooing the flies away from the table
Hiding under the quilting bed
The chiggers running wild in
a running nose and asiatic flu
It's raining on prom night, my hair is a mess
It's running all over my taffeta dress
It's wilting the quilting on my
the word about the quilting
Bee next Saturday night!"
Little Samuel started thinking of a
Way to send a message
Though he never met a horse he didn't like
a running nose and Asiatic flu
It's raining on prom night, my hair is a mess
It's running all over my taffeta dress
It's wilting the quilting on my
a running nose and Asiatic flu
It's raining on prom night, my hair is a mess
It's running all over my taffeta dress
It's wilting the quilting on my
nose and Aegeatic floe
It's raining on prom night, my hair is a mess
It's running all over my taffeta dress
It's wilting the quilting on my maiden form
sheep
But there's food on the table and a roof o'er my head
And grandma's fine quilting covers my bed
I'm drowning in sorrows
My prospects look slim
But
weren't
Quilting off my time
Like a dying sorry cur
The final days of stardom, juvenile desire to count
Oh, so what I am meant to believe
Is the fall
should try quilting
Yet still, deep in my head, I said thank god the pill sing
Contract hire, move messy but the kill clean
Done with obstacles and doing
The turn of autumn all of my friends die
And fall asleep to the sound of their own cries
Spin up in a blanket, it's cold tonight
Quilting your
The pope has got it and so do you (AIDS AIDS AIDS AIDS AIDS)
C'mon everybody we got quilting to do (AIDS AIDS AIDS AIDS AIDS)
We gotta break down these
nose and
Aegeatic flu It's raining on prom night, my hair is a mess
It's running all over my taffeta dress
It's wilting the quilting on my maiden form
to which I am accustomed
I'm abducted into nothing, Feeling less and less
Being seen in your perception, Is an acquiescence
Akin to quilting body bags for
If you Befriend in familiarity and
Maintain that bubble, you won't see
Bob Creek to JTD
Quilting community
Connection ingrates
Ingrained for life
Our
silent scream
Pulling our infinity into our infinitesimal
Quilting our love into heavy heart armament
Our of choice at rest garments
We pray that when we
on this bread had no time for me either
Depressed out my ass got no time for a breather
Thoughts on my head of quilting getting deeper
I feel as though
Quilting into the fabric of the cosmos
The grandest patchwork of shared wisdom and eloquent adoration
You are the ever-rising crescendo of the rambunctious
This beauty that is used to lure
Friends and enemies
Quilting every thought with a smile
Colour is promise
It's the reason she exists
Bear witness
Good god, another chapter
Get the thought out of my mind
Good god, another chapter
Get the thought out of my mind
I'm so sick of you
Quilting through
calling
But I can't stop the sun
Can't slow the fading
Dusk
I hear my brothers
Out past the hardwoods
Flocking
Blackwater, black blood
A quilting
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