the burning leaves in autumn driveways We'll be out on the road to way past supper And leave the lamp lit low beside the window If you can mop up a waterfall
street to call a truce the silly muthafucka' pulls out a deuce deuce little did he know I had a loaded 12 guage one sucker dead, L.A. Times front page
a piano, out of tune You're an angel, you're a demon, you're just human Now your world has turned to trash Broken windows on the past Take that child
To Call A Truce The Silly Muthafucka Pulls Out A Deuce Deuce Little Did He Know I Had A Loaded 12 Guage One Sucker Dead, L.A. Times Front Page [Chorus
very hard i remember stopping by a long time ago heard you inside playing piano i sat down on the front step and listened through the window under all
A piano, out of tune You're an angel You're a demon You're just human Now your world has turned to trash Broken windows on the past Take that child and
, P.E.A.C.E.) [spoken] In the tradition of the inner city griots we are... we take though a journey through a story to a place and a time in a small
Not a single song as been written since her arrival.) In a high-rise on the south side, taller than the tallest tree. Perched upon a piano bench. Little
