Lyrics:
a garden
Or on a crowded avenue
You are here and so am I
Maybe millions of people go by
But they all disappear from view
And I only have eyes for you
a garden
Or on a crowded avenue
You are here and so am I
Maybe millions of people go by
But they all disappear from view
And I only have eyes for you
a garden
Or on a crowded avenue
You are here and so am I
Maybe millions of people go by
But they all disappear from view
And I only have eyes for you
You'd be surprised, how many people think they know me bro
Can you tell who I am by the outter shell though
Do you judge who I was and swing for low
a green cross
You could be Jim Jones or David Koresh
Be like L. Ron Hubbard just like Joseph Smith
Millions of people on Earth could follow a flying turd
mom broke food
Fuck them jones you cuttin' up in school
The pretty bitches had me slippin
Cuttin' class
For ass god damn I had my mom roughin'
Lord
windows are her radio
Luxury for her backyard bed
She knows every story
Of all the gloom and glory
This city wrote through all the years
You can't miss
the sky,
‘cause I only have eyes for you.
I don't know if we're in a garden
Or on a crowded avenue
You are here, so am I
Maybe millions of people go by
But
the sky
I only have eyes for you
I don't know if we're in a garden
Or on a crowded avenue
You are here
And so am I
Maybe millions of people go by
But they
the window
In the dead of night
Crazy hazy shadows
You know they don't look right
The light is on in the garden shed
He's messin' round again
A flash
Singin' Johnny Cash and I almost get hit by a car
And tell this dude to fuck off
And he rolls down his window
And he's got this weird mustache
And I
on his way and I can tell you for sure
He'll be driving girls wild by the time he's four
"Cause he'll rock like Elvis and sing like Jones
Born to be
bowl into my shows
Ziggy, how you smashing?
In a pro-wide navigator limousine made by Lincoln
You know I put the shine on my Dayton
And the put
on a cold winter night
You know, where the red lights
Turn to stops
In the night
He said, "I swore I saw Mr. Gordon Biehl drive-by, collar down with a smile"
I got my shoes stolen
On park avenue
ct 4 p.m.
On Sunday afternoon
Please help me get my shoes back
I got my jeans stolen
By a lady in blue
I didn't
In the lonely streets of every town
In the home of Mr. Jones
The men all sell their souls to love
But their women sleep alone
The women sell their
around the car (yeah)
Maybe freedom is when people don't know where you are
Drive, that's when I learned to drive
So I drove muddy roads down
smile and son you'll look just like me
I said "Hey man, there's something that you ought a know.
I tell ya Park Avenue leads to Skid Row."
I look
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