We explore the men's room We don't give a shit Ladies lost electricity Take vows inside of it Desire to dance, too startled to try Wrap my legs 'round
Easter Sunday, we were walking Easter Sunday, we were talking Isabel, my little one, take my hand Time has come Isabella, all is glowing Isabella, all
Raise the sky We got to fly over the land, over the sea Fate unwinds and if we die, souls arise God, do not seize me please till victory Take arms, take
Every Sunday I will go down to the bar And leave him the guitar You say you want me I want another Say you dream of me Dream of your brother Oh, the
Blood on the T.V., ten o'clock news Souls are invaded, heart in a groove Beatin' and beatin', so outta time What's the mad matter with the church chimes
(Greg) Won't you try to come down They all said they'd be here You know you've been to every gathering Stretching out the years You haven't said anything
Engine's running hot But now it's burnin' down Everyone says that this is going well But I can hear every sound Four gray walls Make it all seem right
In your easter bonnet with all the frills upon it You'll be the grandest lady in the Easter parade I'll be all in clover and when they look you over I
father can be born) Stand up (If we'd all breathe in and blow away the smoke) In her bonnet (Easter ) Everywhere Easter Easter Easter Easter
On the southern side of the hill Betrays where the border runs between Where Mary Dunoon's boy fell Easter here again, a time for the blind to see Easter
fuck out of here I'm walking out, I see the thermostat and think: 'hehehehe' THEY'RE MELTING THE EASTER BUNNY!! a??But daddy, the Easter Bunny doesn
raised back to life Last time I heard about it He didn't rise in an Easter outfit The Easter bunny is dead! Christmas is when I celebrate Jesus' birth Easter
day before Easter comes But I won't let Jesus find me I walk I eat I sleep In these streets I may be found Alive or dead or just reborn One day before Easter
s talking--he's stalking devils of flesh. Rides through the streets instead of walking. I think his holy story is a mess. All I did last Easter all I
is calling, this time I follow Easter parade In the bureau typewriter's quiet Confetti falls from every window Throwing hats up in the air A city perfect in every detail Easter
calling, this time I'll follow Easter parade In the beautiful typewriter's quiet Confetti falls from every window Throwing hats up in the air A city perfect in every detail Easter
R.Williams
does you You put a rock around my heart And you know the killing part Is sunday morning When nothing rolled away Cold Easter It rained on the parade Cold Easter
