Farewell, good fellows, your ways are not for me Farewell, good fellows, your ways are not for me Rest upon your laurels, glad you found your peace, but
In a small town where all knew all, wondered a peasant lady nobody knew, But her only friend was a young boy, brought her hot tea and leftover stew, In
Goodbye under god take the tablets down from the courthouse wall thank the lord for atheists Jesus is spinnin' in his grave may we never have to say that
Fare well, good fellows, your ways are not for me Fare well good fellows, your ways are not for me Rest upon your laurels, glad you found your peace But
Well once upon a time this town had a name built the girders for the buildings that you climb everyday but the well went dry and the crops all died now
Let the midnight special shine a light on me Let the midnight special shine her ever lovin light on me Well, you wake up in the morning And it's the
Crumb, a salty man Chased the children off his land Swore he'd never wear a tie Used to tell our mother why His walls were twisted frames Perfect in their
I am a leader but you will not follow me I am no preacher for I'm full of blasphemy See you in hell boys See you in hell boys Hey! Well I knew angels
Well, big bad man come into town Gave sweets to the children Pushed their daddies around Made the streets so bright in the zones of blight No more fear
We go down to throw rocks at the river, curses at the parade. Wedge a stone in the gears of the clockworks, try to keep us from acting our age. We swore
The only way to roll is off the books Never really up to any good I've been a shoeless cobbler for as long as I remember And I'm always having trouble
With a doctor's stolen stethoscope, A piano tuner's ear With the passion of a poet And a steady watchmaker's care You're till working for the good guys
The world was a wreck 'til you came by my side Now it's gone up in flames And you ask why for love you bear such agony I was just wondering exactly the
Goodnight, my dear Lay aside songs of spite and fear We lovers are bound Completing the circle and waltzing around Your (?) as fire Roaring and washing
I asked a student of higher schooling He said he didn't care When I asked about the sixties They simply said long hair Saw a child getting programmed
When father bought the farm we sold the farm took his blood for rustic charm sold his ghost as an antique, to the city and kids today can't hold a spade
she's off to anywhere every town grows stale soon enough so it's fields to east and the hills to the west under crescent moons and grassy bends she lays
roll into town, and its not long before i start to dig for all the bones, and buried stories 'neath the golden streets. 'cause i can never shake the feeling