Postcard Lyrics - Buffalo Tom

You have spoken 

The photo's fading 

And nothing is going right 

A shooter's hand 

To turn a cheek to 

A cough in an empty room at night 

Leaves are eyes 

That look inside 

A secret society 

Here's victory now if 

That's what you're into 

Just take it away from me 

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"May God strike me dead" 

she shouted from her bed 

I said "Look at your mouth 

It's 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 monkey's tooth 

A lukewarm bath 

A stray dog out in the driveway 

Here's Albany in a photo finish 

Just wipe the dust away 

Photos 

"May God strike me dead" 

she shouted from her bed 

I said "Look at your mouth 

It's 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 

Wherfore art thou 

Johnny Carson? 

Retired and never coming back 

A backroom basement 

A sixty watt bulb 

There's nothing that I lack 

"May God strike me dead" 

she shouted from her bed 

I said "Look at your mouth 

It's 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