Текстове на песни:
Mason Jennings

Pardon me my dear, you've gone straight to my head It's now been two months, that I expect you to be dead And I could swear on this but I can't be sure

Blood in my mouth, blood in my mouth Don't you try to kiss me when there's blood in my mouth Blood on my face, blood on my face Don't you take pictures

October morning, little plane on the forest floor Up on the TV between a rerun and another war Here in a hotel, trying to make some sense of this Two

Just let the disc play This is a song to give you hope I wouldn't have it any other way This is a song to give you hope When you say Honey, I'm afraid

When I got home there was blood on the door I saw you lying on the kitchen floor I ran down the hallway, when I saw what he did And found our little bitty

Black panther defy the power Fight the violence with nonviolence What good is justice if the scales are bent By a criminal government? Think of the dead

Look at me now I'm all dressed up in your words today Do you think about me? What do you think about me? And if it comes down It's still about the sweet

Through our love there runs a century spring What we've got is all we'll ever need And I will love you like wind blows through the trees And sing about

I go out of my way To stop and say hello To a man who doesn't know my name In a shop I don't usually go He always asks me how is it going And I always