Long before the Superdome Where the Saints of football play... Lived a city that the damned call home Hear their hellish rondelet... New Orleans! Home
Pieces are raining down on me We won't wait, We can't Believe in this or anything at all. After What you did, Why would I care? Why should I care? After
When there's a rub we can talk for a while But I have sweet nothings to say You don't need me anyway, you don't need me anyway So why? Why should I stay
And there's the rub we can talk for a while but I have sweet nothings to say you don't me anyway, you don't want me anyway so why, why should I stay?
above there's nothing up there without your love i was speeding out, filled with doubt, and heading home playing with the lines, thinking of times, and freaking out a streetcar
Translation: A Thorn For Every Heart. Streetcar.
Translation: Funeral For A Friend. Streetcar.
Translation: The Simpsons. Oh Streetcar!.
Translation: Staggered Crossing. Streetcars And Stop Signs.
: [Number dialed] (Hello!?) And there's the rub, we can talk for a while But I have sweet nothings to say You don't want me anyway, you don't want me
: And there's the rub we can talk for a while but I have sweet nothings to say you don't me anyway, you don't want me anyway so why, why should I stay
[Number dialed] (Hello!?) And there's the rub, we can talk for a while But I have sweet nothings to say You don't want me anyway, you don't want me
Pieces are raining down on me. Won't wait, we can't believe in this or anything at all. After all you did, why would I care? Why should I care? After
[Number dialed] (Hello!?) And there's the rub, we can talk for a while But I have sweet nothings to say You don't want me anyway, you don't want
Sometimes there's no star shining Scounting the edge of the universe Sometimes you can't see the horizon Between the ocean and the earth And just when
Hey ho hey! Its the acid test. got a busy day, I'm wearing a vest Hey ho hey try not to get bent got a busy day, I'm wearing a vest hey hey It's all
Once I got to the mountains tell you what I could see Percales of souls running from the priests of iniquity Where the hell was Elijah and what do you
