Lyrics:
The dust settles on their front yard
Ad they drive away in separate cars
The years have not been kind
We've know all along
Yes we've known all this time
nobody can believe it
but there's a sign out front of hell house that says, "For Sale""
[Monoxide Child]
They tell me you can see the chalk lines
In
Holding up the bank in Belgrade
She lost her mind
Between the battle lines
And the telephone rings
A bell rung out
As they talk about
Sixteen
I wish we were tied together sometimes. entwined by a family line. I wish I was your sister sometimes like tonight.
I'd dry your eyes. you'd cough
Bluebird on a telephone line
How are you? I'm feeling fine
Sweetly do I whisper your name
Lonely solo taxi ride to a cheap motel
On the wrong
What are you thinking of
When you're in the house
And I'm out in the yard with all of my years
And electric lines overhead
What do you think about
Wandering 'round Camden Town
Feeling like a fishy in a can
Boots are scratching lines on shitty ground
Had to get some air and so I am
I'm
liars
When they claim they protect the sire
But weren't able to borrow my intro with two black gloves and a yard of piano
wire
[Madchild]
That's when i
So now who be the terrorist? Raise your right fist
And pump it in the air 'cause it ain't too clear.
Just where the line is drawn to make this war,
you're near the mall
You don't know where you stand no more
In line at some convenient store
That is way too long
You used to work your land, fed
yard
And just wave goodbye to the plane
But I remember the corner
The bar and the moment
That I came un-tethered and fell
Into that scene from my
hangin' out the window.
On Wednesdays I be chillin' but be swerv-IN.
Smokin' purple in my 0-8 suburb-AN.
Too many cars, ain't no room in my yard.
I go low
shoveling the yard
My spade hit a metal box
And in it was a diary
The cover old and frayed
It said "I don't know how much time I have
But I guess we never
tryna find my line of sight
Another thing, 'nother thing, 'nother thing'll never come true
Another thing, 'nother thing, 'nother thing'll never come
I fell asleep at the edge of the yard
With the nightingales and the broken cars
In the hope that you'd find me there someday
And musicians play
Your heart beats hard
Like the pounding of the sparrow
On the window that faces the yard
And you are far but not that far
I can feel you push
will waste everyone
Killing time is murder
Jibbed out Mary Kay
Pimm's in the cooler and daughter in the yard
Playing California strip croquet
money, fast women, fast cars, doing donuts in the back-yard
Middle fingers up like a rap star, telling me I go too hard
Shots all lined up on the God
Yellow lines in the dead of the night, I was heading back out west.
Trying to keep my eyes open wide, I'd gone days without any rest.
Saw him lying
count my blessings all the time
For who I am
I'm a happy man
There's a river that runs through my back yard
Don't know where it ends
Don't know
a bruised postcard
In the shooting yard
Looking through the tears
Out of the black slate time
We move in line
But never reach an end
Fall in a long
felt like
So I float behind police lines
Reconstruct the scene in fragments of memories
I wanna know what his mother looked like up close
I wanna see
breaking a smile and crying
Your well and quill are seething
Write me a letter, it?s better to read things
Lines are indications, the station?s calling you
Time entails the sun to hesitate, clinging on and off again.
Picture all the children as they walk on by clean into the front yard.
Falling in
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