You have spoken
The photos fading
And nothing is going right
A shooters hand
To turn a cheek to
A cough in an empty room at night
Leaves are eyes
That look inside
A secret society
Heres victory now if
Thats what youre into
Just take it away from me
May God strike me dead
she shouted from her bed
I said Look at your mouth
Its bleeding now and so all pours out
Too easily you choose
My version of the truth
When all I ask of you
Is send me a postcard when you get there
A monkeys tooth
A lukewarm bath
A stray dog out in the driveway
Heres Albany in a photo finish
Just wipe the dust away
May God strike me dead
she shouted from her bed
I said Look at your mouth
Its bleeding now and so all pours out
Too easily you choose
My version of the truth
When all I ask of you
Is send me a postcard when you get there
Yeah, when you get down there
Send me a postcard
Yeah, when you get down there
Wherefore art thou
Johnny Carson?
Retired and never coming back
A backroom basement
A sixty watt bulb
Theres nothing that I lack
May God strike me dead
she shouted from her bed
I said Look at your mouth
Its bleeding now and so all pours out
Too easily you choose
My version of the truth
When all I ask of you
Is send me a postcard when you get there
Yeah, when you get down there
Send me a postcard
Yeah, when you get down there
Send to me a postcard from anywhere
Send to me a postcard from anywhere
Send to me a postcard from anywhere