Lyrics
there s a wino with feathered shoulders
and olly olly oxenfrees
The children are hoping for a heart attack, and a spirit giving head for crack and he ll never want it back
There s a little kid and his family eating crackers like thanksgiving, loving brother suicides, and a spirit giving head for crack and he ll never want it back
Would i see a bunch of living dots spell the world stupidity?, sometimes truth is stranger than fiction Religion, wolfe looks back
Loving brother suicides, and the lamppost can t stop crying
sometimes truth is stranger than fiction
and olly olly oxenfrees
And the lamppost can t stop crying, caringosity killed the kerouac cat
Cradle for a cat, loving brother suicides Than, the streets all conspire
how many angels can you fit upon a match
The human interest stories, the children are hoping for a heart attack
And a spirit giving head for crack and he ll never want it back, a febrile shocking violent smack
and a pack of wild desperados scornful of living
and the obituary
my morning papers got the scores
There s a wino with feathered shoulders, caringosity killed the kerouac cat
Tonight the windows are watching, caringosity killed the kerouac cat
sometimes truth is stranger than fiction
would i see a bunch of living dots spell the world stupidity?
If i could fly high above the world, who pickaside and hide Than, the children are hoping for a heart attack
How many devils can you fit upon a match head?, how many angels can you fit upon a match
Cradle for a cat, how many angels can you fit upon a match
There s a little kid and his family eating crackers like thanksgiving, and olly olly oxenfrees, the worlds is scratching at my door
and the obituary
tonight the windows are watching
cockroach naps and rattling traps
and the obituary
Sometimes truth is stranger than fiction, cradle for a cat Religion, would i see a bunch of living dots spell the world stupidity?
The streets all conspire, the human interest stories
and a spirit giving head for crack and he ll never want it back
would i see a bunch of living dots spell the world stupidity?
how many devils can you fit upon a match head?
cockroach naps and rattling traps
The children are hoping for a heart attack, loving brother suicides
The world is scratching at my door, my morning papers got the scores
My morning papers got the scores, in my alley around the corner, loving brother suicides
The human interest stories, and a pack of wild desperados scornful of living
In my alley around the corner, who pickaside and hide, the human interest stories
how many devils can you fit upon a match head?
cradle for a cat
Who pickaside and hide, cradle for a cat
Who pickaside and hide, in my alley around the corner Religion, would i see a bunch of living dots spell the world stupidity?
there s a little kid and his family eating crackers like thanksgiving
The human interest stories, how many angels can you fit upon a match, and olly olly oxenfrees
Or would i see hungry lover homicides, and the lamppost can t stop crying, and a spirit giving head for crack and he ll never want it back
The world is scratching at my door, and the obituary Religion, the world is scratching at my door
If i could fly high above the world, the human interest stories Stranger, in my alley around the corner
and olly olly oxenfrees
