backwash soul Like a fryin' pan when the fire's gone Drivin' my pig while the bands takin' pictures in the grass And my radio's smashed And I like pianos
collision course with these walls - bam! They don't move, don't brake, don't lose, don't sleep Light passin', light fashion, life happens that fast, party
May I took to the road I'd been staring out the window most of the morning I'd watched the rain claw at the glass And a vicious wind blew hard and fast
have known, your kiss would be like this. (String and Piano Solo) This is my first love song And this is my last I'm getting too choked up inside Better finish it fast
your light Replaced your wife with some 2 bit missy Now she's gettin' fucked up in Detroit city Kickin' with the hippies, bikers, thugs Hit me with a micky, fast
When I wore a younger man's clothes La la la la la la, la la la la la la Sing us a song you're the piano man Sing us a song tonight Yeah we're in the
my knees And roll my stockings down And all that jazz Start the car I know a whoopee spot Where the gin is cold But the piano's hot It's just a noisy
as the fingering of a chord torn prematurely from a piano's womb. As we fill our precious lungs with concrete, that faithful shade, a shaper's song is
that a lot, doesn't he? uhm... oh, I'm david bowie, I live Down the road. Bing: oh! David: sir percival let's me use his piano if he not around. he
was worth the memories if i make it out alive then know that this got the best of me my nuckles are white but i can't get a grip if it's the last song
was a, Double rumble study kung fu loop But we had, at the car wash that cost less cash, a blast I'd imagine that the water was rising fast Quarter in
a backwash song Like a frying pan when the fire's gone Driving my pig while the band's taking pictures in the grass In my radio smashed And I like pianos
When your breath gets weak and your vision?s cloudy who?s name will you call out? Their tendons sing like piano wire, Their muscles solid, forged from
You played your piano Wrote silly love songs And sang me fast asleep You drove me to New York Healed my first heartache And I remember How every night
misplaced your light Replaced your wife with some 2 bit missy Now she's gettin' fucked up in Detroit city Kickin' with the hippies, bikers, thugs Hit me with a micky, fast
song How to write a song How to write a song How to write a song If you write it on guitar Place your guitar upon your knee If you write it on piano
