Blew the dust off a wooden box
And set it on the piano
Nasty words came from its mouth
The bite marks were to follow
I should have given it away
Now I never dream
Wide awake for much too long
My eyes glued to the table
Tried to feign authority
But sadly wasn't able
And then it threw me to the floor
I never dream
They say I'm late by half a century
He died in 1943
I can't just leave
(He smells it when I'm gone)
So I just take it in my sleep
The road is goinga€¦
Me: a€?Ask for her another daya€
The spade's up your sleeve
There's sweat on your brow
And I will be damned
If I let you back into this town
December 17th, 1955 - Broken
Seven hours passed on your floor
Seven hours isn't that long
Seven hours isn't
1 | Metro |
2 | Don't Make Me So Mad |
3 | Stupid Intruders |
4 | Dig Dig Dig |
5 | Broken |
6 | Bullet On The Tracks |
7 | In A Row |
8 | Control |
9 | Stereogram |
10 | The House Of Tasteful Men |