Lyrics:
a thing left to sell.
Oh, the remnants of Percy Bass.
He glued the newspaper to the wall.
Skeleton clostes are down the hall.
Nobody knows him
horse people eat marshmallow pies.
Everyone smiles as you drift past the flowers
That grow so incredibly high.
Newspaper taxis appear on the shore
horse people eat marshmallow pies.
Everyone smiles as you drift past the flowers
That grow so incredibly high.
Newspaper taxis appear on the shore
or
At least that's what I read
Can't we all get along, well
We do now the newspapers says
It's great to be here today
Now that hate's gone away
We'll all
and scatter
Someone puts down in a New York subway
A newspaper picked up in Australia
For each event the inarticulate glory
The equal and opposite will tell
around
And you can read all about my life on the newspaper stand
My agent says you can't call me back but you understand
Hey now I'm famous and it really
so pass me the white pack, the orange or even blue
matter a fact them newspapers over there will do
and as we slide, four deep to the Eastside
ride
Let's ride, low ride
The left newspapers might whine a bit
But the guys at the station they don't give a shit
Dispatch calls, "Are you doin'
He's not a man of means
Newspaper that they open wide
Shows them the world tipped on its side
Payday
And your moneys all that matters now
You're
He walks with angels in his picket
They tell him what to do
His shopping cart's filled with newspapers
And thirty-six discarded shoes
He's met
I'm one of those things you'll save forever, but never need.
Like an old newspaper no one has time to read
This child has grown into a dead end
would ever take the time
To hear me say goodbye
New day dawning, rain is falling
Newspapers blow at my feet
Someone told me, take it easy
Take all
lines.
Two weeks is
Too long for
Two people to wait
I want to be witty when the newspaper calls
I hope you're still pretty when the dynasty falls
Who pumps your gas, cooks your meals, works your fields
Builds you skyscrapers, prints your newspapers, it's your next door neighbors
In the ghetto
at the newspaper
And I thought, is that all there is?
Is that all there is?
C'mon tear it out spit it out take it out of me
C'mon get it out suck it out take
hard I was smothered covered by a world of pop tarts
And a part of the newspaper that scared me, I think it was the pop charts
And I wish I was
horse people eat marshmallow pies.
Everyone smiles as you drift past the flowers
That grow so incredibly high.
Newspaper taxis appear on the shore
horse people eat marshmallow pies.
Everyone smiles as you drift past the flowers
That grow so incredibly high.
Newspaper taxis appear on the shore
world
I know a way to where you'll feel immune
Underneath a distant moon
Memories mingle with dreams
Like old newspapers in the wind
Sometimes they
Soul to soul
Nu flavor
(oooooohh, ohhhhhh
Soul to soul
Ooooohhhh) soul to soul
Piece of newspaper, at my feet
We go blowing down the street
Got our
lights
Took smack so I could get high
I got hooked and I nearly died
I slept rough I lived on the streets
Slept rough newspaper for sheets
Can't
horse people eat marshmallow pies.
Everyone smiles as you drift past the flowers
That grow so incredibly high.
Newspaper taxis appear on the shore
everyone sing Hallelujah
Politicians, don't wanna listen
They only wanna make money out of you
Hallelujah, Hallelujah, Hallelujah, Hallelujah
Newspaper
on what they call the flame
Well, I read all about it in the cafe downtown
Where they got that old newspaper frame
But the rain on the roof sounds so
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