I have no fingertips They were burned away from too many stove trips Can't find no fingernails I ate them off cause I was hungry as hell Can't read,
All that I need is the air that I breathe And all that I need are things I don't need And all that really matters is what matters to me And who of you
It ain't fair, John Sinclair In the stir for breathing air Won't you care for John Sinclair? In the stir for breathing air Let him be, set him free Let
Underlying Oh, so more important here Any kind Oh, what ever shakes a thrill Mark my face The air is really heavy now I pledge allegiance So God why
Life Ain't So Shitty There's a lot that you can be And ain't it a pity But it's alright, to smile back at me And if we both go there We can count on
Pull you down now Knees knelt, I got my arms open wide I got the shades turned, so the colors die No, don't hold too tight to the reel Cause it's a
All I can say you know my life it's pretty plain And all that I can do, is just pour some tea for two And speak my point of view, but it's not sane
Big stretch and not much sleep I got a couple of palm trees on each side of my cheek And it's a bright blue Saturday And the rummage sellin' the rubbish
Come down from the ceiling Oh, these pills were made for feeling Oh, so divine I've got a lump in my throat So I'll keep hold of hope Oh yeah, Oh yeah
This is Shannon's interpretation of the song original written by Hoyt Axton Snow flakes rolling over my ear, goose bumping weather If I'm hungry at
The clothesline of cold eyes is washing away the face before Now tell me what's wrong you see everyone's gone You gotta do your best to decorate this
How come, girl was there when I needed one How come, girl was there when the song is done Some say, open your eyes to a brighter light Okay, open my
Sitting' on the back of my time Fishing' through the cities phone lines Suddenly, Suddenly 'til my back's out of line Who today will be knocked off And
Underlying Oh, so more important here Any kind I know what ever shakes a thrill Mark my face The air is really heavy now I pledge allegiance So God why
I have no fingertips, they were burned away from too many stove trips Can't find no fingernails, I ate them off 'cause I was hungry as hell Can't read
Life ain't so shitty There's a lot that you can be And ain't it a pity But it's alright to smile back at me And if we both go there we can count on problems
Big stretch and not much sleep With a big palm tree rubbin' against my cheek I got a bright blue Saturday And the rummage sellin' the rubbish to me But
