: I remember thinking murder in the car Watching dogs somersault through sprinklers on tiny lawns I remember the graffiti We are your children coming
I remember thinking murder in the car Watching dogs somersault Through sprinklers on tiny lawns I remember the graffiti We are your children coming in
If it starts to feel, then we'll just shut it off again We won't convince the jury, we're guilty till we die If it starts to sing, reach in remove the
Can she excuse my wrongs with Virtue's cloak? Shall I call her good when she proves unkind? Are those clear fires which vanish into smoke? Must I praise
I remember thinking murder in the car Watching dogs somersault through sprinklers on tiny lawns I remember the graffiti We are your children coming in
Oooh, love You're coming down on me Oooh, love You've got to show me Oooh, friend You're getting on your way Oooh, friend What will you take? And
On my way home I sometimes wonder, "Where have you gone?" Unattached, you wander alone, lookin' for what, nobody knows And you've got so much love You
stepping long, I'm home on the sidewalk a marionette is slain your legs are wood and tied to the city who has final say it's hard to hold the girders
Mondays I'm alone with you It took me by surprise I never saw that boy in you Locked behind your eyes We're not ready for the cut So I'll meet you in
i rise to a color some shade but another than yellow green or blue the sounds of hammers banging tick-tock the clock is hanging in the ears of yesterdays
You were down when I met you, but Deep in your eyes I could see the sign With a thousand drummers drumming, And a hundred singers singing songs of love
Got the notice this morning, Left me numb You wanna shake your mind up I want a change of scene My face was a thousand Shades of red And I'll paint me
I know the grass is just too green today I'm not awake quite yet Could you keep it down a bit And I can tell the sun is so hot today I don't understand
Baby pack your things in a pickup truck We're getting out of this town There's too many people saying too many things Too many things to get around I
Your heart perched in a tree Kept from all the scene Woah, oh my lazy May Careful, I'm a cloud Lookin' down upon it now Woah, oh my lazy May When the
Magnificent wonder Mrs. Bean Your daughter's under her chair She's hiding her face, her legs, her hair You've got them all so very clean You've done
A moment taken slowly by the sea Wind blowing down Bells ring a sigh, of good morning, goodbye... Ooooo... Faces pass you by on a blue train flyin'
It never rains in New York anymore It's always sunny there, and what's more Penny likes it there She's always having a good time Jack he'd rather be
