now And ooh, baby's got a hand Full of things she calls excuses Yeah, you're real pretty, pretty You're pretty strong out for a girl Maybe there's a
won't go away But if there's a memory left of Grace Let it come back today And I see her beside me As the grandkids they remind me She's in the cemetery
ball She drives a silver Mercedes made in the 80's Swears and stares at the buck head ladies As she straddles me lovely While she's scratching my back While she's
no right or wrong way for certain Make up your own version sing along What's it this week? Perhaps a little game of poker? And the import by the "Lets Go Out
Hang up before it's too late And the back flipping, spike-haired preachers preaching Through their headset mics Saying, "God is the new Elvis And he?s
's a permanent frown That's etched in her skin Designer bag fat, her figure is thin He says hi to her, she nothing to him She's scared of the outside,
sleep A song without a chorus, This is my first attempt 'cause that would really bore us And the title would go limp But these words just keep on shooting Out
Well, I tripped and I fell Into a hole I know so well And I don?t think I?ll be Leaving for awhile And this lump beneath my skin Is the home I let you
let's go to the coffee shop dressed as we are And make people think it's what we do All day, we sing la la la All night we go lah lah lah All morning
take a hi-five from another zombie That walks in the bar Straight out of a movie Where 10 dollar drinks Are the highlight of his week And all of the kitty cats Get out
than she deserved Like those cheesy 80's movies She epitomized all things We'd come to know Beachwood was a boheme From the sexy 60's scene Grew up east
When I say "It's over, goodnight" And the rest of your life I get mad at myself for not acting myself I get jealous at the thought of you out I don'
wrong way for certain make up your own version sing along whats it this week? perhaps a little game of poker? and the import by the Lets go out tonites