The lawns grow plush in the hinterlands The perfect little setting for the one night stands The drapes are drawn and the lights are out It's the time
For you I ascend Into the sky Under the roof Stands the bed and I For you, a wonderland For me, a dump There's an amateur inside you that I love . . .
You made me feel like I'm okay, I could be happy Now I can sit, not run away stupidly laughing Wipe out all self pity, it's slowin' me down Turn off
Here's a new idea, I got news for you There's no free rides tonight If you're strapped for cash I got a job for you My boots need shining, son Sit down
Raise up the anchors and seal up the cracks Self hate and microphones, we'll re-trace the maps A beat up guitar and an amp I got for free I compile blurred
It's nothing but a dirty backseat car thing Just listen to that jesus jumper sing He's got the angels in his throat But the devil's down there in his
I'm told the case is now closed So I can come to my senses But when the question is posed I'll have this meager defense I was hoping that you'd know
Party, people, hey, it's Friday night We're gonna rock this joint until the morning light Crowd is jumping, hey, it feels all right Forget Monday, Tuesday
Everyone I know Needs love like drugs Like a common cold We could never shrug My baby and me We?re missing the same stuff We?ve all got a disease Deficiency
I get down with music and guitars I fool around with all kinds of fast cars It takes you baby to keep my motor runnin' I smoke 'em tires and watch the
Well, I dreamed I saw the knights in armor coming Saying something about a queen, there were peasants singing and Drummers drumming and the archer split
If all my dreams were a tidal wave And every day was Christmas We could spend our lives in the drip At the edge of the world 'Cause love is something
Well, I never really understood religions Except, it seems a good reason to kill Everybody's got their own conceptions And you know, they always will
Early in the mornin', just before the dawn I turn my TV on and watch the fuzz The sun scrapes away the first layers of the day Nothing is meant, this
Michael, time to get up
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Now meet your maker Alone, you won't go Unbeknown in my dreams, or was it for real? There is no use now, to pretend Your hundred names, I'll never forget
Don't make me sad Talkin' about tomorrow It's not so bad We were doing fine just then Move on up, you'll move on out And you won't cry 'Cause your amateur
