Music: Bethzaida April '95 Lyrics: Hirsch June '95 Divine intervention is only a dream You give up your lives and follow the stream I saw the prophet,
beast, policemen thieves Three queens and broken dreams A bottle full of trouble and a gambling fiend Well, the jokers looking over as he pulling an ace The militia take cover under
drivers racin' for a three million dollar purse Winner takes all, gentlemen start your engines Give me room, hit the tune Feature presentation comin' soon, early June
one knew when she chose me to love Rose Rose Abilene Rose... We courted each other out under the moon We planned to be married the first day of June
sail away and on and on) Do you remember how we used to live? Do you remember how we used to live? Do you remember how we used to live?
with pop for You read his diary, heard he's won every rivalry If you ask me I feel you owe him an apology An old school cat who got knowledge under
for a long time You both had strong minds Combined with feelings, she seems appealing for each other, discreet lover, no longer keeps brothers Smothered under
s a chicken fight (plan?) Throw your dukes up, (Lamb?) We are splashing in the water to the beat. Oh yeah (x2) (weeeoooowhooOOOooooOOO) Clumbsy, Sandy dunes Hot day, mid-June
policemen thieves, Three queens and broken dreams, A bottle full of trouble and a gambling fiend. Well the jokers looking over as he pulling an ace, The militia take cover under
streets are shining with the smoggy dew When the lights are glowing with the mists of June And the whole world is illuminated by the Culver Moon Under
(feat. Jann Arden) (Jann Arden) [Performed by Jann Arden and Jackson Browne from her album "Living Under June"] There will be no consolation prize
peoples want hits, I hit it from the back Under the cherry moon, I hold notes and carry tunes My guise pack heat enough to bury June, on my feet Im getting
I'm not Well being broke well that's just, somethin' I'm not Y'all talk wit hatred, but I live off that And I lived off cocaine, way 'fore I lived off
I'm going to dance you round the floor Drink you under the tables Going to take that last flight home To Balivanich in the month of June Go racing up
ride in a Chevrolet It's a man on the moon And fireflies in June And kids sellin' lemonade It's cities and farms It's open arms One nation under God
you grasp for air June lies hidden in those ruins of your eyes Have you seen me stumble in this demented world? June you've lost your colour Could one stray under
our drivers racin for a $3,000,000 purse Winner takes all, gentlemen start your engines... Give me room, hit the tune Feature presentation comin soon, early June
Somebody's paying the government a lot to have access to everybody's medical history Greedy banks bought all the farms Chemical food, aren't our lives