Before the choir master drank himself to death He used to love to entertain us with a song And you never would have guessed that he was horribly depressed
I pin my medals to my chest You put on all your Sunday best Since Nam wore it all I'll just head to a costume ball Megan, don't you cry for me no more
When it is November, we can say our last goodbye But I will still remember when you loved me in July I hope you know it happens all the time I just can
in rivulets the paper set the water rushed and tumbled all around our feet it was an inch deep in the street it started in a factory a block of flame
You were saving the date But you woke up too late Pulled the covers down over your head You haven't left your front door For a week maybe more Tell me
it takes just one look at my hands says "kid your no good in a fight" you can swing just as hard as you can but the odds are against you alright I can
Should I go and console the wise men? See what the wise men have to say? They council patience in their wisdom But would I rather be wise than brave,
Once a great ironworks Stood at the end of my street And they hauled in The Monitor Fit her with armor For to save the union fleet The River James
Chasing my excuses to the end of the night Tried to make a friend, but it ended with a fight I don't know why, and I don't know when But my keys have
she sees an angel sittin' on top of her shoulder watchin' as she slowly gets older though she cannot explain and he will wait there tethered to the tip
The hills are like the hands Of a bare knuckled boxed after a hell of a fight And i can understand how they'd make you read the bible Out in the cold
Well, I, I guess I got a lot to learn For every year the calendar turns I think that I will be okay Without you So I stuff you in a crowded box And I
I was spending my days with my demons, yeah They had taken up inside of my heart They were trying to keep me entertained They were tearing me apart Well
I caught the bus in Chinatown And slept the whole way up by 95 The driver, cut and weaved so crazy, just his luck kept him alive and I guess I believe
I go crazy, fucking crazy Sitting around in the same old room And when tomorrow comes, I will be gone I'll be working 'til the afternoon I rode the cyclone
Who is the captive soldier? Who bargains for his life? Who trades him for the rockets? And who lets the rockets fly? I wanna walk all over you, jesus
Nice pants Wait in line for the elevator Shaking hands Got a smile like an alligator Hey chief, How do you do? [Yeah.] Everybody?s evil And they?re
There are those who understand That long before this all began A hammer hit the nail with great sympathy A clothespin hanging on the line The cork that