Be still for a second while I try and try to pin your flowers on La, la, la, la, la Can you carry my drink? I have everything else I can tie my tie all
Be still for a second while I try and try to pin your flowers on Can you carry my drink I have everything else I can tie my tie all by myself I?m getting
Translation: The National. Apartment Story.
: Be still for a second while I try and try to pin your flowers on Can you carry my drink I have everything else I can tie my tie all by myself I?m getting
: Be still for a second while I try and try to pin your flowers on Can you carry my drink I have everything else I can tie my tie all by myself I?
Bulletproof now, pistol holsters under the arm pits Ready to go out in the blaze of glory Standin' firm on the deck makin' the front page story When
Sing us the song of the century That sings like American eulogy The dawn of my love and conspiracy Forgotten hope and the class of 13 Tell me a story
I walk alone, endless seas of souls around me His face it told of the mad existence, a silent story And just how they took him, they tore a free soul
in our hair and there's a fine silt on every mantle from hell's kitchen to Brooklyn and the streets are full of stories sudden twists and near misses
but the sighing and dying of our world. But for suffering we might have been a part of it rather than apart from it. * Making the compromises, Brave
Caught her with her head up funny stomach from the hunger pains Flashed automatic b-boy with big visions In a matchbox apartment adjacent a crooked starship Who better nation
my heart Taking its toll upon my heart This corporation is just feed filler, seed spiller Hell bent on tearing us apart Hell bent on tearing us apart My king of the nation
on a global basis." "Have the hostage story blow up in our face." "We've got big economic problems but we are not coming apart at the seems." "The
seven inch cowboy How do you be? And I'm used to people gawking and a-staring at me But I wasn't always so gol-darned wee Let me tell you my story
