the pigs are waiting for their breakfast the horse is getting restless waiting for the man to start their day the coffee's waiting by the door there it's starting to get cold there just another dollar gone to waste
so i start to wash the dishes scrubbing last night's dinner trying to remember if he ever came to bed if only dogs could tell a story her eyes are looking worried offer her a bone but she won't give away her friend
farmer john, i'm gonna put the kettle on if you're not back before it boils i will telephone your mother walk down to your brother's house and tell him that you're gone please don't make me find out where you are farmer john
john was too fond of his whiskey and little bags of stuff he bought from cousin isaac when he lived across the road i don't ask a lot of questions no need to subject myself to a lot of details i don't wanna know
farmer john, i'm gonna put the kettle on if you're not back before it boils i am starting to lose patience you've underestimated me too many times before oh god, john please don't make me find out where you are
a spider's dancing through the kitchen helps me with the dishes crawls up to the ceiling and then looks back down at me the water's boiling in the kettle the clock is ticking double and i think i lost my appetite for teaTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
