Lyrics by Jack Micay. (Mike in a deep voice). Galileo, Netwon, Watt, they were genuises all.. Without them we'd be freezing in the dark at the mall.. James Joule found total energy remains the same.
(random guitar noodling). . (Jian speaking). I'm gonna go and see where we're at.... . (Murray says something non-understandable). yeah...???. . (can hear studio workers in the background,.
Originally done by Gordon Lightfoot. In the early morning rain. With a dollar in my hand. With an aching in my heart. And my pockets full of sand. I'm a long, long way from home.
(Jian on lead). Color balloons, an appreciative handshake,. if that counts as severance then don't waste your breath.. We gave our times to a company planning our death..
(Mike). Your mother made you cry when she told you about the womb. And how people die. Watching over you when you were young. Smiling when you learned to crawl.
Down the line, comin' down the line a V6 Merc in blue. Without the sparks or distributer caps, I'll slap them on as it rides through. 8 to 4 on the assembly floor watchin' V6 Mercs slide through.
This morning, all full of fear and trembling. Constituents were assembling. With quotes from Mr. Angus Ried in hand. Joe Clark struck up the band for a televised love-in link-up.
Lately, you've been tearing me down I won't lie,. kept my feet on solid ground, I won't die.. I'm not sleeping I'm still dreaming of you. Of you.. . Maybe I'm not taking your side but I'll fight,.
It's boo time. Boo time. It's boo time. Stop it. . When every wanker's wound up tight. Frigid, fractious, and forthright. The plebes plugged up with plebiscite.
Now all of the planes have landed. And the soldiers are in their beds. Smoke rises from their clothing. And sweet dreams through their heads. . Truth faced leaves a strange taste.
We used to drive out of town and crash. Under stars in the lone grass. Watch your fire turn to ash. Watch the day break and the night pass. . Through the haze of the sunrise.
(Dave). As a young boy Michael helped his mother cook,. Down by her apron strings the whole day long.. Knife in hand, her eyes trained on the recipe book.
Beware the killer tents. Beware the killer tents. . The tents are coming, over the hill. We thought they were inanimate. But now they're set to kill. At Falcon Ridge this summer.
Romeo rhinoceros. Prowls around the bar. Head afire, he spills desire. And vodka from a mason jar. Brilliantly witty and clearly unsteady. He takes a shot at the big games.
From the Fruvous quill comes a story tale of love and illin'. Romeo found the balconey too high, ended up with second billin'. She loved in triplicate, left his heart a blank too fill in.
(All). Now, if all that ash used to be hash. What the heck time is it now?. Last thing I remember I was looking at my stash. Just before the late late show.
I understand about indecision. I don't care about the FBI. People living in competition. All I want is to have my peace of mind. It's great to be here in this excellent city.
I follow you but it"s not that simpleI'd follow you but it's not that simple. You're so contagious, You're still my favorite. You're disappearing act is growing tired.
i'm calling you off the ledge. toes hanging over the edge. if i were stronger. i'd pick you up. hold on a little longer. it'd be enough to save you. oh to save you.