Dead leaves and the dirty ground when I know you're not around shiny tops and soda pops when I hear your lips make a sound when I hear your lips make
(music: Tenkula & Sentenced, lyrics: Lopakka) Yes, Autumn's here again... to put all forms of life to an end Death has taken over and slowly fades the
Everyone talks so fast and walks so slow. Suddenly in a town they don't know. Last stop and strangers drink and admitting me in the midnight show and
Dead Leaves and the dirty ground when I know You're not around shiny tops and soda pops when I hear your lips make a sound when I hear your lips make
We'll stumble through the yard We'll stumble through the yard We'll stumble through the A P T We'll stumble through the yard Force fields, explorer racing
Sometimes I feel so happy Sometimes I feel so sad Sometimes I feel just about everything Lately I'm just feeling bad Lately I'm just feeling bad Linger
Postcard stowaway within Pristine indigo without Banded Ottoman as such Sofa seated one too much All along the range, all along the range Ages of you
Women got legs, men got pants I got the picnic, you got the ants Put it in the fire heaven knows Take my torch and touch your toes in hell It's a burning
Trailers for sale Trailers for sale Trailers for sale I ain't got no cigarettes It takes four hours of pushin' broom To buy a four-by-twelve two-bit
Suspicion yourself, suspicion yourself Don't get caught Suspicion yourself, suspicion yourself Let others out Wilder, lower wolves Here's a house to
From the back of my neck, oh, oh, oh Wired a glass jaw, oh, oh Plantation burning your boat is coming in Strum your Jew's-harp, you're reeking gin Running
Windout if you're out of wind Windout if you're really spent Windout if you're young and red Yeah, tick tock, it's ten o'clock Once is good enough, you
Secluded in a marker stone not only deadlier But smarter too, smarter too All along the tomb, all along the ruin Secluded in a marker stone not only deadlier
There's a secret, stigma, reaping wheel Diminish, a carnival of sorts Chronic town, poster torn, reaping wheel Stranger, stranger to these parts Gentlemen
Here she comes you better watch your step She's going to play you for a fool it's true It's not hard to realize Just look into her false colored eyes
[Inaudible] Hey this is David I've got a hat the size of Oklahoma Put on my boots And going down to Walter's Get me some barbecue Bring some home to
There she goes again She's out on the street again She's down on her knees my friend Won't have to ask her please again Look a little closer there's
Come on aboard, I promise you You won't hurt the horse We treat him well, we feed him well There's lots of room for you on the bandwagon The road may
