Lyrics:
at least.
I hang with the stiffs till the break of dawn.
I'm always finding bodies when I'm mowing the lawn.
Drag 'em in the house, throw 'em in
a little ol' driver
So lively and quick
I knew in a moment
It must be St. Nick
More rapid than eagles
His courses they came
As he whistled and shouted
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
'm alive and I'm here to stay
So I hold two fingers up to yesterday
Light a cigarette and smoke it all away
I got out, I got out, I'm alive and I'm here
Peron?
Goodnight and thank you
She won't be kept happy by her nights on the tiles
She says it's his body, but she's after his files
So get back
an abortion
I'd still be carried in the chariot by stampeding horses
Had to bring it back to New York
I'm happy that the streets is back in New York
For you
an abortion
I'd still be carried in the chariot by stampeding horses
Had to bring it back to New York
I'm happy that the streets is back in New York
For you
particular breaking out the friend zone
It's deja vu the way this came to me
And it explain how I came to be
I'm from
This, happy home
This, happy home
Happy wedding day
My little boy went away
And his mama
Cried the tears I tried to hide
He took his bride
By the hand
Went off to be a man
There'll be no
to my wondering eyes should appear,
But a miniature sleigh, and eight tinny reindeer
With a little old driver, so lively and quick,
I knew in
a thing
The last thing he said was, "be sound"
Sound
I contemplated an awful thing, I hate to admit
I just thought those would be such appropriate
The perfume that she wore was from some little store
On the down side of town
But it lingered on long after she'd gone
I remember it well
And our
buzzing in my skull
Will it let me be? I cannot tell
There are so many things I cannot grasp
When I think I've got it, and then at last
Through my bony
a letter yesterday
This is what she had to say
Meet me at the station a quarter to ten
Let's try it over again
Waitin' at the station happy as can
I'd just like a little credit where credit is due
It's the hardest gig I've known, I work my fingers to the bone
Yea, the dishes and the diapers
young (yeah)
Yesterday was so long ago (long ago), Kid Rock and Limp Bizkit came along
Now don't nobody wanna hear your old ass sing no more
I
All my troubles seemed so far away
Now it looks as though we're here to stay
Oh, I believe in yesterday
Don't forget, Christmas is comin'
Oh, that
to the DJ, tell 'em Staten Island's
In the house, put the record on replay
Get your nose blowned off by the fifth, uh
You wanna be there, layin' all
Baby let's go for a ride
I'll be more than happy to drive
Down an old country road
We can just take it slow
I just want you by my side
You want
mysteries
Could be next to you.
Someone you've known for years
A car parked down by the airport
At the edge of town...
your address, Sue
And I was hopin' that maybe
You could love me, too
I'm gonna wait in the shadows
For you to come by
I'm gonna wait in
there's something wrong
She's not the happy girl she used to be
Peggy hasn't said much
As she drives along the road back to our farm
And she ignored
the ones I wrote you?
Sometimes I start to wonder, was it just a lie?
If what we had was real, how could you be fine?
'Cause I'm not fine at all
I
I've been cherishing,
Through the perishing
winter nights and days,
A funny little phrase
That means so much to me,
That you've got to be
With
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