Lyrics:
There are no lyrics to this track. It is intentionally blank, with each of the 71 seconds representing one of the years that the artist's father,
Rusty old halo skinny white cloud second hand wings full of patches
Rusty old halo skinny white cloud robe that's so wooly it scratches
I know
Father has a business strictly second hand
Everything from toothpicks to a baby-grand
Stuff in our apartment came from father's store
Even clothes
and watch you drown
From a cut price lady, to second-hand woman
You're society's slave babe, you're ugly rumor
Oh, go down babe, a slot machine to take
When times go rough
Won't you lay me down in the tall grass
And let me do my stuff
Do it, do it, do it
I'm just second hand news
I'm just second
second hand hero
King of Dreams
Don't make a difference what you got
It doesn't matter what you lose
Don't make a difference if you like it or not
second hand hero
King of dreams
Don't make a difference what you got
It doesn't matter what you lose
Don't make a difference if you like it or not
goddamn autograph on a napkin?
Oh, that's odd, I just happened to run out of tissue
Yeah, hand me that, on second thought I'd be glad then
"Thanks, dawg,
All alone, or in two's
The ones who really love you
Walk up and down outside the wall
Some hand in hand
And some gathered together in bands
the King, The King is dead
I am the King, Long live the King
I reveal a deceiver
In the highest seat in the land
His idle hands the Devil's workshop
that face
Your just a disgrace
You're just a brand new second hand gal
No man no wan' no
Brand new second hand gal
You better go back around so
When times go rough
Won't you lay me down in the tall grass
And let me do my stuff
Do it, do it, do it
I'm just second hand news
I'm just second
autograph on a napkin?
Oh, that's odd, I just happened to run out of tissue
Yeah, hand me that, on second thought I'd be glad then
"Thanks, dawg, name's
All alone, or in two's
The ones who really love you
Walk up and down outside the wall
Some hand in hand
And some gathered together in bands
When times go rough
Won't you lay me down in the tall grass
And let me do my stuff
Do it, do it, do it
I'm just second hand news
I'm just second
In the shit house a shotgun
Praying hands hold me down
Only the hunter was hunted
In this tin can town
Tin can town
No stars in the black
In the shit house a shotgun
Praying hands hold me down
Only the hunter was hunted
In this tin can town
Tin can town
No stars in the black
In the shithouse a shotgun
Praying hands hold me down
Only the hunter was hunted
In this tin can town
Tin can town
No stars in the black night
that face
Your just a disgrace
You're just a brand new second hand gal
No man no wan' no
Brand new second hand gal
You better go back around so
know it's me
This is "My Philosophy," many artists got to learn
I'm not flammable, I don't burn
So please stop burning, and learn to earn respect
face
You're just have disgrace
And you're just a brand new second hand
You'll make no one fool
You're just a brand new second hand
I only
Second hand shoes second hand clothes they all call her second hand rose
They all think they're pretty smart but rose don't have a second hand heart
the king
Finds no peace
His work is never done
Night falls
Smoke on the water
Darkness closes in
Cold white hand, in the deep
Will drown you for your
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