i saw the sea come in i saw your good old friend he walked right passed i'll never ask i'll never ask again i saw the sea come in i saw your good old
two seater, now thats gon hurt your feelin's boo ah ha, didn't you think you would be over me by now so you go sleeping with them clowns, they are no relief
kick is so divine When she sees bones beneath her skin And she says, "Hey, baby, can you bleed like me? C'mon, baby, can you bleed like me? Chris is
Weed, weed, what a relief Where will my eighth a day habit cease? This an agricultural service announcement You can treat it and you can douse it Let
burn up his trees I smoke more sesame seeds Than I was Mayor McCheese I'm just a cancer ridden MC Seekin' pain relief Pass the marijuana Hit it, hold
with my friends then turn on mc 'cause it's for the win win win win! mc chris! mc chris for the win! mc chris for the win! mc chris for the win!
All I need all I say Did you believe it would end up this way I find relief will you betray Reclaim my consciousness until the light Of day Inside myself
There was no other reason to stay Now I'm sinking in a river of happy returns Though I'm tired I can do nothing but sigh For the greatest relief I'm
Frank zappa (guitar) Tony duran (slide guitar) George duke (tack piano) Sal marquez (trumpet, vocals) Chris peterson (vocals) Joel peskin (tenor saxophone
Spare In The Trunk (Chris Jonat) ?Undone, undone?, I cried through clenched teeth I was aiming for drama, I was comic relief ?Undone indeed? you cooed
Scarce (Chris Jonat) Love is a strange apparatus, a game with rules that drift like the snow You want to be heard, hell you want to be served But
anti-smiles on my mask Now they say Beauties on the inside but most humans are hollow Tears on my blue face Fear in my suit case Give me a kiss, Chris
has nothing to do with fear tonight what he's gonna try he knows will leave her in tears the questions he would ask the anwser she would give the relief
that's gon hurt your feelin's boo Ah ha, didn't you think you would be over me By now so you go sleeping with them clowns, they are no relief She spoke
left your dad in tears. When i boxed his ears i'm reppin avenue c. Where the wack catch a slap i keep my cretin's crackin and the meatpackers mackin puttin things in relief
Gripping you start to believe All danger trust In the end there is no relief falling You're breeding thorns [Chris solo] Cut off from the The door is
s gon hurt your feelin's boo Ah ha, didn't you think you would be over me By now so you go sleeping with them clowns, they are no relief She spoke her
