Solarium malaria lookin' for the stereo Wanted to save being excommunicated from the area, it's okay In the city said, he cut a cord of wood No bigger than a thimble but still plenty good, it's okay 'Cause it's just a bump on a rash of robberies On account of the worlds economy that's makin' us sick Go get the man who said he's on to me He thinks we're in the kitchen with our sticks But he don't know that Paris is burnin' down You'd never know it in this town The governor's walkin' around Like he's got tricks for you Catch as Cassius never become the killin' machine Run him over ruff shod 'til he bleeds army green out, so devout To the saint that lost his seat he never seen Semi-automatic rosary out devout 'Cause it's just a bump on a rash of robberies In a world too sad for Solomon we just sit I'll watch your economy I'll tell you when the police have it fixed See Paris is burnin' down You'd never know it in this town The governor's walkin' around Like he's got tricks for you So take a minute to laugh it over We'll make sure it's all true Just like she said Behind the barn last December eve Baby falls 40 feet caught by a street cleaner Coming home from the union hall, he saw the fall, it's okay JP Sousa found a radio, a radio Sousa found a place to go, a radio in his head that said It's just a bump on a rash of robberies An old sand lot anomaly that's savin' this day In a world too sad for sodomy We're just sitting in the kitchen with our stray But Paris is burnin' down The governors are walkin' around We'll make sure That they do right by you So you think you might go to Beatrice Even though the letter was never found Maybe it will come tomorrow noon She is askin' her fallen saint to Please return her straitlaced fighter Who don't know who she is He don't know who she is Where are you my sweet Desmond Doss? Have you softly gone to winter? Here I've brought you your 2 2 dollar bills back But I'm not waitin' for sweet Eliza She can have her watercolors back I found them on last December eve You look strangely quite so familiar The way you talk of supper time But I don't know who she is Don't know who she is And you, you bring this beloved stranger At the foot of this pile on Gideon's bed She gave me a needlepoint motorbike So go and take this to sweet Eliza It was written and gently given to The courier pendin' arrival soon Could you hold me just one more older? Then I'll go as your fallen fighter Waitin' at the door, can't see you anymore Here my dear a sweet Nostrovia In a letter sent to December I will wait for you to just humble me home © AIN'T NO TRIP TO CLEVELAND MUSIC; Bu döküman AkorMerkezi.com'da yayınlanmıştır. http://www.akormerkezi.com