Lyrics:
had
When she's mad I play a dangerous game
In the obituary column
They've already printed my name
She's five feet three
And weights about hundred
has forgotten you
It's symbols of the past
The meaning of its state
Its order of decay
Stand now in a column
And make the nature scene
Standing
had
When she's mad I play a dangerous game
In the obituary column
They've already printed my name
She's five feet three
And weights about hundred
has forgotten you
It's symbols of the past
The meaning of its state
It's order of decay
Stand now in a column
And make the nature scene
Standing
what it took to be a star, so he's a critic
I work for the gazette man I got a real job
He did a 5-star column on a band he never heard
He did
It comes all shapes and sizes
It's something you can never buy
Don't wait until it's over
Before you say it's all been fun
Obituary columns are
It comes all shapes and sizes
It's something you can never buy
Don't wait until it's over
Before you say it's all been fun
Obituary columns are
problems)
You don't want no problems (You don't want no problems)
You don't want no problems G
Find yourself in the obituary column sheet
It ain't nothing
what it took to be a star, so he's a critic
I work for the gazette man I got a real job
He did a 5-star column on a band he never heard
He did
the columns in my head
I'm only living in a rock pool when
Pool when, pool when, na-na-na-na-na
Bins on fire
What's the occasion?
Diggin' and the legwork
your name in the obituary column sheet
It's that same ol' shit, niggaz back again
Yo yo, you fallin' off, goin' back to smokin' crack again
Hit
Kick a column watch it tumble
Now is not the time to mumble
Scream it out and feel the rumble
Fuck the system make it crumble
Kick a column
and the sentinels.
Their jokes are hum-drum.
The Colliseum. [X4]
Brown brass leading up to ionic columns.
Trust them.
Sometimes that is not enough
In the vast
Dear Abby, I'm writing this letter in regards
To my girl who reads your column all the time
And I hope that by printing this letter
Maybe it might
column trees and canopy of stars, here in my cathedral
It was beneath the blue skies, I ran down to be baptized
I felt the river wash me clean
Nine times out of ten
When she sings hot, you can`t be solemn
It sends the shivers up and down your spinal column
When she sings blue, the men
the boss
The king, the shah
Say what you wish
It's yours, true dish
How about a little more Baklava?
Have some of column A
Try all of column B
I'm in
some of column A try All of column B
I'm in the mood to help you, dude
You ain't never had friend like me
Oh my. No no. My my my.
Can your friends
of column A
Try all of column B
I'm in the mood to help you dude
You ain't never had a friend like me
Can your friends do this?
Do your friends do
the boss
The king, the shah
Say what you wish
It's yours, true dish
How about a little more Baklava?
Have some of column A
Try all of column B
I'm in
A white rainbow under an unquiet skull
(A roaring aura)
(A tremulous column of air, hanging there)
Moon's milk spills from my unquiet skull
column
We wouldn't see eye to eye with a staring problem
Get the shaft like a steering column (monster)
Trigger happy, pack heat, but it's black ink
column
Column, shot em shot em, got em, stick em, lose em, stock em
Bitch em, dodge em, block em, stock em, rock em, chop em, scheme em
Plottin plot
ourselves on service
You the boss, the king, the shah!
Say what you wish, it's yours! True dish
How about a little more baklava?
Have some of column
