Slow to marry, swift to die We leave disasters where they lie I know these lines look crooked on paper
But I swear I got it straight in my head And if you’re looking for somebody to blame, I recommend the dead (I recommend the dead ‘cause they never answer back).
Skinny dipping in the lake I got the itch, I drank the wake Would somebody please hand me a towel?
And now we’re up on molehill mountain Scraping coins out of the fountain with the retinue of dirty old young, young men (again).
But when I get back from Nashville i’m renting a room in the loyalty building I’m sure that the prospects are sound in the event of calamitous circumstance Or great good fortune. Yhere must be a reason, there must be a Plan.
A palace in receivership A jester with a busted lip A catalog of crooked answers...
We’ve all heard about the rapist nun. She pulled a switch on everyone. The altar boys aren’t having fun And the papacy is drawing up the papers (behind closed doors).
But in the me-heanwhile... I’m renting a room in the loyalty building I’m sure that the prospects are sound in the event of calamitous circumstance or great good fortune there must be a reason there must be a plan.Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
