Now heaven knows I've got one short damn fuse,
So come sit down a spell while I light up the room.
If walls could talk they'd be know it alls,
So we live in the sticks there are some fish you can catch.
And it makes my skin crawl,
I'm not the sharpest tool in the shed, so what's the use?
And she knew, she knew.
He fights like hell because he wants to glow,
And would tackle the sun to be a bright bulb.
I wonder if he'll wake us up in time.
He's gray and has to hide,
Somewhere in-between black and white,
Is he insane?
But never was praying.
Before it's over, I hope he takes you (me) too.
They say attack can be your best defense,
And I got Mother's smile and both my Dad's fists.
John Doe escapes, carry his name,
And when it's time to side ask where not why.
And it makes my blood boil,
Those black letter days or their mail just winds up lost.
He's gray and has to hide,
Somewhere in-between black and white,
Is he insane?
But never was praying.
Before it's over, I hope he takes you (me) too.
You see whispers in the winter.
Temper doesn't laugh.
And every spring, I hear them sing, I hear them sing.
oOoOoOooo
Every spring, I hear them sing, I hear them sing.
Every spring, I hear them sing.
If he's goin' down, he's goin' under the ground.
I hope he takes you, too.
You, too.
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