of your eyes, the train of your lips The sailors who chime every second you tick The rainbow melts into a pool of iron gray And I?ll just shed tears
Open your eyes It's only just begun All hold hands, Let the will be done Dawn is on its feet again they're stabbing into the street again But the loneliest
Yeah there was music in the way that you walked When you walked through the hall by the Stable Gang They saw you coming and they let down their hair
Have you ever dreamed of life in the first degree? Do you want to take a bite? Well come with me! I can tell you of a way to get together, forever Your
Tell your medicine to shake it out there is nothing more to do about Tell your solitude the bitter moon is a record playing out of tune Tell your conscience
You were once the only angel on the map You played upon my heartstrings 'til they snapped It's too late to come back boy I wish that I'd stayed But I
foolish Little Engine! KILL HIM!!!!" Maybe one day they'll forgive And try me out again Until then I'll just sit here waiting A scrap of metal trash they've created -INTERLUDE- The Shredding Tears
It's a sad day for all who came to see The tumbling of Marguerite We were fine until the singer died We were fine until the singer died She hit a high
There is a rumor going ?round That Desdemona?s Leaving Town She got stuck in the Sailor?s Knot And it dragged her around But now she?s upright, out
Old Violet I mourn for you Wither we all do They were so impressed You rode the wave In your wedding dress No sympathy arrows For yesterday's news By
-LESSON NUMBER ONE- Three Little Boys in a wishing well Are secretly gathering wishes to sell While our Bobby's asleep He dreams of his cent in the
I've lost my marbles, I've lost my marbles I've lost my marbles - Now What Can I Do?!?! The door was open when the filaments decided to unfurl And
coal of your eyes, the train of your lips The sailors who chime every second you tick The rainbow melts into a pool of iron gray And I?ll just shed tears
Mrs. Gracy began a private Civil War While all the younger boys enlisted to enrage her She put the peddle on the score for more "Mr. Monday! It looks
-PRESIDENT OF THE STAIRWELL- "I used to be a broken old man Throwing garbage from my living can 'Til one day it was do or die and do died I left a note
Damn the man And shake the trembling hand Of the Motorway, the vein of the land, We hit the bend, and through turnstile windmills we go It's a carnival
