Lyrics:
Books put up front
For the appearance parade
You know what it's like
The mind just stays
Actions just hiding in thought
Reservations reserved
He's triggered by the rise of their suburban eyes
He likes to stroke the curls of pretty baby girls
And he will never make it on the hit parade, oh
In America
What do I see
Another little fat boy
Sitting by himself
Drinking a Powerade
Another beer poured by
A man with a handlebar mustache
I waken to a morning mist
The sun burns through an almost kiss
Now gone away
Not surprised to find me lonely now
Parade of dreams stroll by and bow
you
A phantom to lead you in the summer
To join the black parade"
They say "they never really miss you
Til you dead or you gone"
So on that note, I'm
Sit by my side, come as close as the air,
Share in a memory of gray;
Wander in my words, dream about the pictures
That I play of changes.
Green
It's a masquerade
With all the troops out on parade
Up till now we've saved
Every woulda, coulda, shoulda
That could've ever been made
Riding
When I
Am not afraid
Like a swallow
Careening through an open door
So high
A hit parade
But it’s hollow
And the swallow doesn’t even soar
Sirens
Another dull day goes by
Stuck in a loop
Circling around till I die
Or I'm hollow
An endless parade in my mind
I'm so far gone
I could be guided by
She caught the melting sky
It burned but still the winter passes by and by
To the other side
A slow parade of wind
That blows through trees
Sing, muse, of the passion of the pistol
Sing, muse, of the warning by the whistle
On a night so dark in the waning
A dawn obscured by slate sky
Caught up in a ticker-tape parade.
I have learned to stand up and just to walk away,
Sometimes the cold hearts aren't worth the love or the hate.
Learn
to another world
All that I can do on my own
Is leave well enough alone
Leave well enough alone
Leave well enough alone
Circumstance dropped by
Sing, muse, of the passion of the pistol
Sing, muse, of the warning by the whistle
On a night so dark in the waning
A dawn obscured by slate sky
control, like some cosmic parade passing me by.
The next thing I know, they ascend back into the cloudy sky.
I hear a rumble, coming up in through my window.
Constant is the parade of ashes
Keep the distraction, bat those lashes
Built up the monument to
Built up the monument to break it down
Concealing
But I'm here to let you know
I'm here to stay, you friend or foe?
You'll never rain on my parade
Your bitter words make lemonade
I'll stand the winner
hang me
Tied to my job a blast scene alibi tied to a tree in a blind alley
Nothing before
A big fear
Don't get caught
By her father's friends
Swamp
on
And life goes on
Chorus
And life goes on (13x)
And on and on till the break of dawn
And on to the next day, ay yo, by the way
Did you know about
to fade
Into my own parade, cast your dancing spell my way,
I promise I'll go under it.
Hey! Mister Tambourine Man, play a song for me,
I'm not
Full full moon and
That same sad nature
I wanna cover every inch of you
Like ink on paper
Like the blind parade of souls
Consumed by religion
I
to slide-a-ville, coffin runnin' around,
Upsetting, upsetting, upsetting the town,
Asking for Mr Brown
I want to know who (is Mr Brown)?
Is Mr Brown controlled by
Tables lined the street parades
And I watch you walk away
You don't look back, so unafraid
Santa Fe, Santa Fe, can you love me anyway?
You said I
I can always find the time to lay out in the sand
Watching as the waves roll by it makes me understand
What it is to make a life that means a little
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