You terrify the land.
You are pestle and mortar
Your first love's new order
Mother Nature's Son
King Of The Everglades
Population 1
I write poetry for myself
I write poetry for myself
You're a permanent figure of
jacked up sorrow
I want you to love me
You send me a coffin of roses
I guess that's the way
that things go
These days
Take pills, for instance
I heard they're no good for you
I won't and I never will
she said
I won't and I never will
I won't and I never will
I won't and I never will
I won't and I never will
Blue Eyes
Oh, baby can't you see
they had it in for me
They had it in for me
they had it in for me
Oh, baby can't you see
they had it in for me
They had it in for me
Blue Eyes
I sent a message
in a bottle to the press
It said
Don't be ashamed
or disgusted with yourselves
Don't be ashamed
or disgusted with yourselves
Don't be ashamed
or disgusted with yourselves
I've thumbed through
the books on your shelves
I've thumbed through
the books on your shelves
I've thumbed through
the books on your shelves
I've thumbed through
the books on your shelves
Blue Eyes