dinosaurs Hopes and dreams and everything All I want for you to be is happy or something I guess anything is better than the time you spent Hoping I
fame, I spill my guts And orphaned desert isle Like orphaned, big bang Blink if you can hear me Box my ears Daddy, box my ears Box my ears Hoping Is
I threw it away Been a long time Since a federal dime Made a jukebox sound Like a mirror in my mind To control my worries Fix my thoughts Throw my hopes
) Dale bozzio (vocals) Napoleon murphy brock (vocals) Bob harris (vocals) Johnny "guitar" watson (vocals) Harry: (to thing-fish) Anything you
all) It don't matter 'cause it's all on me (Have it all) Yeah, have it, have it all Yeah Anything you wish, I can get it back Anything in the world
make them disappear but you can take all their pictures down one thing 'bout living with ghosts well they're always around mister i don't do anything
old device, the ejector seat, glued to the floor. Everybody waits for everyone to make a show - no-one wants to be the first, admitting that they know how anythings
A love to call my own. But I'm too weird and shy. I guess I'll die alone. Rob: Barry, you're late. Barry: Yeah, sorry, I stopped to get you this box
last will and testament I hope it finds you in better health than it does me- ha ha ha! Harry! We never met, so I hope you won't be too surprised When
the cops Don't blame this on not having jobs but dreams And I see things cause I'm not afraid to Think outside the box And now I'm shaking, I hope I
I had a huge sense of accomplishment when I finished. Both of my grandmothers made quilts, my mama did, and my aunt jeannie did. I loved to open that big box
my teenage years When we all knew our place Now the welfare state is a state of wealth For some the hope is gone And a cardboard box in Westminster
closest you came to beef was meat loaf When we pose with bats and pea coats Y'all niggas better be close To fuck with Cam, y'all bitches better hope
shut up again! I'm fucking disavowed. Take this pen to paper, in a stink there with four total strangers. I am lost cause freedom has it's cost. My box
10 Tell me what kind of world they got you in With the barbed wire fences, box u in From now, til they turn off the lights I'ma read anything in sight
myself like him oh, i hope that he don't also fall go and get your army boots, my son, my son go and get your music box, come on go and get your building
as mountains live outside of rocks And time itself outside of clocks. We hope that life exists beyond our lonely bones in the pine box. From the bottom