Texty:
Snfu In The Meantime And In Between Time

rinses off the mortal pain, The wet bullet grazed the right side of his brain, Leaving him with more than a migraine. Broad daylight, Ain?t the best time

she never spoke for days, Some found that strange. Elaine Elaine, Never surfed on a wave, Never been to California, Grew up on the prairie plain,. And

and low, Well, he sang in baritone, And he sang about the buffalo, He sang about home sweet home, He sang about cool hot rods and shiny UFO?s. He did

think fine art?s fine. With my one good eye, I may be colour-blind, But I know what I like, And I like, Lichtenstein! He had a great way with line, And

I?m on sick leave, ?til I feel better, I came quite close to breaking forever, The grind of the daily, everyday today, Can sometimes leave you in some

your head real low, And sway from side to side, And away you fuckin? go! Yeah, I ought to know, Because I was raging in Chicago, And I threw out my fuckin