The great american smokeout
The snake the cross the crownIs thinking of his latest debts,
Juggling some numbered thoughts,
Wondering what might come next,
And swears he won't,
Ever stop,
Unless he wants what
She surely does not,
Oh, Jim, John, Jackie, and Susie Q,
They mind their manners but so do you,
Oh we breathe all of these words that make no sense,
Humming to himself as he,
Is thinking of his latest debts,
Juggling some numbered thoughts,
Wondering what might come next,
And swears he's right,
Though he's convinced himself it is,
Working in an upscale place,
She's thinking of her son's demise,
On his epitaph a doctor's bill,
She puts off for another time,
And swears she won't,
Ever stop,
Unless she wants what
She surely does not,
Oh, Jim, John, Jackie, and Susie Q,
They mind their manners but so do you,
Oh we breathe all of these words that make no sense,
Not gonna see till my singing days are gone,
Not gonna hear until the fires have burned on,
Not gonna, no oh,
Not gonna, no oh,
Not gonna, no oh,
Till the singing days are gone.
Mais ouvidas de The snake the cross the crown
ver todas as músicas- Same As It Ever Was
- Floating In & Out
- Hey Jim
- Echolalia
- Empires
- An Honest Misappropriation Of Funds
- The Contortionist
- The Great American Smokeout
- Cakewalk
- The Sun Tells The Moon
- Cotton Teeth
- Hot Anger, Soon Cold
- On The Threshold Of Eternitity
- A Gathering Of Shades
- The Fields Of Ius
- Behold The River
- The Laughing Man
- Letter
- Moneymaker
- A Brief Intermission