Lyrics:
Violin Practice

it The champion of idiots But a kid carries his Walkman On that long bus ride to Omaha I know a girl who cries When she practices violin 'Cause each

in the hinterlands The perfect little setting for the one night stands The drapes are drawn and the lights are out It's the time to put in practice what

Berlin I'd really like to live beside you, baby ... And I thank you for those items that you sent me The monkey and the plywood violin I practiced

you I told you I told you I was one of those Thank you for those items that you sent me The monkey and the plywood violin I practiced every night

, the champion of idiots. But a kid carries his walkman on that long bus ride to Omaha. I know a girl who cries when she practices violin, cause each

I"ll leave your life torn in destitution we need a resolution, your death is the best solution my evolution break down your institutional practice fascists

it: the champion of idiots. But a kid carries his walkman on that long bus ride to Omaha. I know a girl who cries when she practices violin. Cause each

Berlin I'd really like to live beside you, baby ... And I thank you for those items that you sent me The monkey and the plywood violin I practiced

it: the champion of idiots. But a kid carries his walkman on that long bus ride to Omaha. I know a girl who cries when she practices violin. Cause each