Finally i've met you The day has come You're more than beautiful And you're my son I don't deserve this I never thought it could be Quite like the moment
Hey you, someone said you were lost out there In the grip, trying to strangle us all down here In the meantime, are you ever gonna set us free Hey you
I gotta girlfriend, she goes to art school I gotta art school girlfriend yeah I gotta girlfriend, she gotta girlfriend We gotta girlfriend, girlfriend
And so I know, it's begun again Never be the same, and with that I said Never be ever this way again Hold on till the end (campfire girls make me feel
She lives in the bungalow She kills me with rose garden thorns She waits for me My love is unusual It's painted with roses and thorns With her i'm complete
Lovely disguise Read between the lines You rock the magic plane with no abbreviation Three Four You sell what you bought And there ain't no magic pen
So i'm letting it go again I'm halfway full on Left my meds on the sink today My head will be racing by lunchtime So i'm holding her hand again My palm
I got a picture of a photograph Of a wedding and a shell It's just burning itching memory I never kiss and tell So turn it up and burn it There's a
drivin' faster in my car falling farther from just what we are smoke a cigarette and lie some more these conversations kill falling faster in my car
When you're fed up and lonely And nothing else seems to matter really I'll be here waiting for the Black cloud to leave you I'll be here to hold your
And i don't believe it Is she really gone again? And i don't believe it Is she really gone again? I'll find a way to you someday I'll find a way to
I'd like to sing a story for you... Here's what i'd sing if i could impress you... Hear can you hear me... Hear can you hear me... Hear can you hear
Kickin' as I'm tryin' to sleep I got the mud beaneath my shoes Rubber band, rubberband Gun in hand, gun in hand I wanna use Roamin', roamin', roam Get
My friend Blue he runs the show With hot pink purple china glow His family trees are molded No longer grows in summer He holds it closer lets it go Picks
Tar and feathers hide your feelings If you even know the meaning Your high road is overrated You left your guru out there hangin' Don't stay Don't stay
(music by r. deleo) (Instrumental)
Monday, back from the dead I'm letting it go, back for another one Tuesday, shoot me in the head I'm takin' it back, takin' it back It'll take it back
Oh Mars-1 Juxtapose Swine flu Sally's Neon nose grows Like a life like Pinocchio Everybody now is just trying to avoid it Newsman Tom is trying to exploit
