the kids doing the benchpress down in Boy's Town? Man it's gonna be great to get back to The Grotto. The politicians who get busted seem so dumb
Oversættelse: Mor Hips. Back To The Grotto.
If you hear hymns and waltzes in you head and you haven't been out dancing since your daddy joined the dead don't let anyone tell you they can try
They were playing the reels of old dreams in the back room last night. You were there along with the ghosts of one hundred summer nights. You were
This is a man who walks around with his head held high but his pants are falling down. And this is a man who understands the red in his eye and the
And what about my tailor, my slowly mending lover? She sews me clothes I could not bear to wave. My hands are locusts at her work, a green and fitting
Would you like to come down to me from your town above the line? I saw an omen that you were coming and I do believe it's time Precious Opal, Queen
you know that they're not that old The freezing steel will shake you when you lay up on the van, two young queens by the trees of Norway. They step back
You can drive up from the ocean and the road curves hard and steep. The oak trees disappering as the houses start to creep. Up the sweeping fields
No one knows what I do in my room with my girl and she won't tell you. Sometimes she tells me mellow lies, when her tongue is not inside my head. I
no midnight animal sacrifice. Someone lied to me. Someone lied to you. Someone lied to the folks just sitting there watching the news and it could've been your mother
When I was a pale and skinny young kind it didn't make me try but try to keep myself hid, and no one seemed to see me. They all ran to the boys with
on the kids doing the benchpress down in Boy's Town? Man it's gonna be great to get back to The Grotto. The politicians who get busted seem so dumb
There was a nation of people who lived on the edge of a circle and they truly believed in the notion of rotation. But where is your circle, Black