Lyrics:
the laminate name
No one is laughing from an audience of plastic chairs
And I'm not fooled when you tell me that you're glad I came
Am I just honest to admit
Mister Mystère
Aime l'hiver aux ciels de pierre
Mister Mystère
Kiffe la chair glaciale et claire
Mister Mystère
Aime l'éclair qui fend la
in our bedroom cause it's best if i'm alone
I've been falling asleep in my old chair with the tv on
Cause our bed won't let me sleep, cause love is
strong but you needed proof
You saw her bathing on the roof
Her beauty and the moonlight overthrew you
She tied you to a kitchen chair
She broke your
pallets on the floor
That'll be just fine
The turkeys done, pull up a chair
Grab a hand, lets say a prayer
For all those soldiers over there
You know
chair
Scratchin’ a head full of silver hair
And look back on a bunch of things I wished I did
I’m gonna meet my maker with an empty bucket list
I wanna
I buckle in my seat belt, and plug my headset in a chair
And to the music, I watch flight attendants move
They are pointing out the exits, but it
and get me out
In 1 mile I've seen 2 fights
Blue tape, blue lights
Single mom struggling with the push chair
She had a bad mouth but she had good hair
And cuts off all his hair,
When George Jones finally says
He need's his rockin' chair,
When Dolly gets a breast reduction
Down a size or two,
Then
There is an empty space in the chair tonight
Cause he don't feel right
There are storm clouds brewing at the back of his mind
As he steps outside
on a chair reaching for the top shelf
I'm (all alone) and am OK am alright
Since you been gone I learned how to move on
How to be myself I don't need no body
Walk into the bar
And shake off my coat
Pull up a chair
And light up a smoke
Where did all those summers go?
Guess I'll never know
So barkeep
Stop!"
When I make it to his knees
While he's tied to a metal chair, with radio wires hooked to a live battery
I'm going to grab his head and make him
I'm buckle in my seat belt, plug my headset in a chair
And to the music, I watch flight attendants move
They are pointing out the exits, but it
And dance round the taproom
With a chair in my teeth
That's your mighty man, son
Your mighty man
That's your mighty man, son
Your mighty man
Then we sat out on your rocking chair
You with a flower in your hair
That I found for you
But then Monday always comes around
And it's sad 'cause I
make it like that anymore
The whole world needs a kitchen
It's where we sat and did our homework
And that bottom stair was a barber's chair
When
don’t, I don’t
I don’t want to see it go
Let’s do this one more time
Things come together
A folding chair
With grey streets
Black nights
Ignore
chair burned hair
Framed fried you could be there
Wedded to remaining dumb
You just can't hide the Mechanical Bride
Fox hunt bullfight animals' curse
Cause when I'm smoking every girl I see seems to be so off the chair
Sometimes we would get high in the back
And there would always be a girl with
The dead sit lifeless in the chair they chose
It's a national disgrace
The green-eyed monster got a real bad dose
As the band
Played on the ace
it out just yet
Because all of us are all too stuck
Strapped to a chair watching our lives blow up
Stuck watching our lives blow up
noticed this
Do you want to? Well alright
But if we do we'll munch all night
Put pillows in your comfy chair
And hope the outside stays out there
Shadows on the wall,
Keep me awake through the night,
Faceless man in his chair,
Writing the diary of my life
By the words written in the air,
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