Besedila: Farse. Means To An End. 99 Green Bottles.

The sunlight was fading as we were creating
Sonnets relating to people and places,
Stations and faces, and all of the various things we?ve done.
Here drowning our sorrows, five forget to follow
A toast ?til tomorrow, and a stone set reminder for when we?re gone.
Hope it won?t be too long.

I can?t find no reason, can?t find no clue.
The debris mounting up and up restricting my view.
I try to move but I?m stuck like glue
Because 99 green bottles lead me right back to you.
I can?t find no reason, can?t find no clue.
The debris mounting up and up restricting my view.
I try to move but I?m stuck like glue
Because 99 green bottles lead me right back to you.

The sunlight was fading as we were creating
Sonnets relating to people and places,
Stations and faces, and all of the various things we?ve done.
Here drowning our sorrows, five forget to follow
A toast ?til tomorrow, and a stone set reminder for when we?re gone.
Hope it won?t be too long.

I can?t find no reason, can?t find no clue.
The debris mounting up and up restricting my view.
I try to move but I?m stuck like glue
Because 99 green bottles lead me right back to you.
I can?t find no reason, can?t find no clue.
The debris mounting up and up restricting my view.
I try to move but I?m stuck like glue
Because 99 green bottles lead me right back to you.

To you.
They lead me right back to you,
They lead me right back.

I know sometimes it seems that your world is just falling apart at the seems,
Well, tilt back your head and kiss the sky.
I know sometimes it seems that your world is just falling apart at the seems,
Well, tilt back your head and kiss the sky