Lyrics:
and scribbled notes about the war
We're only saying the time is short and there is work to do
And we're still marching in the streets with little victories
(They didn't like it)
Oh well, let's get XXL to write us a fucking story
It's sitting right in my lap I see it, scribbled across the lines I read it
I'm
of scribbled lines
Hanging on in quiet desperation
Is the English way
The time is gone, the song is over
Thought I'd something more to say
of scribbled lines
Hanging on in quiet desperation
Is the English way
The time is gone, the song is over
Thought I'd something more to say
Home, home again
I
Sin For A Season
There's a sweaty hand handling his cocktail napkin
"come on up and see me" is scribbled with a gold pen
"but you'd better ring
a bikini wax 'n waitin' for yer nails to dry
Beauty is colored pencil, scribbled all around yer eye
Beauty is a pair of shoes that makes you wanna die
on Rawkus
Somethin', somethin', somethin', somethin', I get weeded
My daughter scribbled over that rhyme, I couldn't read it (damn)
either come to naught or half a page of scribbled lines
Hanging on in quiet desperation is the English way
The time is gone, the song is over,
Thought
Does things at great speed
The sleeping God
Sees only flashing lights
On a, on a checkout screen
There was
There was
Scribbled on a temple wall
either come to naught or half page of scribbled lines
Hanging on in quite desperation is the English way
The time is gone the song is over, thought I'd
There's a moment in my mind
I scribbled and erased a thousand times
Like a letter never written or sent
These conversations with the dead
I used
Say hello to all my little nightmares
They're right here
I know them well
History repeats itself in phrases
Scribbled in dark places
Like
either come to naught or half a page of scribbled lines
Hanging on in quiet desperation is the English way
The time is gone, the song is over,
Thought
Animalistic instinct, it's all nature
Behind enemy lines of animation
Scribbled upon a page, we're stuck in a simulation
Stuck in between a rock and a hard
In poetry
He responded
In portraiture
Staring at my face
As he scribbled on napkins
I wrote to him
In poetry
He responded
In portraiture
Staring at my
Say hello to all my little nightmares
They're right here
I know them well
History repeats itself in phrases
Scribbled in dark places
Like
name safe
Wish he would make it wine
Or even walk on it
The score is scribbled on the inside
I'll give dad one last chance
To earn his household
Leonard put on his sunglasses, and he dialed the telephone
Left a message with his loved ones
"Don't wait up, I won't be home"
He scribbled
With his pleased to see you smile
Scribbled on to the register
His fictitious name and smiled
The footsteps of a young girl
Came tapping along
Nostalgia bestowed by my dad
Romanticizing what we had
Scribbled notes torn from my pad
Cuz I know you'll over react
I'll be there before
You'll just
to blame
If you think you're missing me
Please don't pick up the phone
Your name's not scribbled in these margins
And I can make a song my own
I don't sing
Head high, protest line
"Freedom" scribbled on your sign
Headline, New York Times
Standing on the edge of a revolution
Hey, hey, just obey
Your
despite the shop
Not opening for hours you can itch
Flap and whistle and try to avoid the tock
As I scribbled over drivel
You were snoring showing off
Painting the hours
Holding a peach as you pray
I'll tend your flowers
Wrapped in a snow white duvet
I thought of you lately with scribbled
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