And if you listen, you can hear her weeping She's weeping, 'cause the gentlemen are calling And the snow is softly falling on her petticoats And she
your overalls After the wrecking ball Bereft you of house and home And left you with sweet fuck-all So we got in your car With our kickabout hearts And
far I may have gone too much, too long I'm a dull and witless boy In the after bars, think I was sullied by a dream In the killing jar You and me at
back to you Take this palm, follow the lines here are written And script out the rest of your life And feel your fingers falling slack and all folding
Hyde St. Pier The light was slight and disappeared The air, it stunk of fish and beer We heard a tuba And trumpet play the National Anthem And the
and the corners Even though my work is unparalleled They never seemed to meet This structure fell about our feet And we were free to go And try one, and
my house And how it green grows there And we've got special boots to beat the path to my house And it's careful and it's careful when I'm there And I
my home If only summer rain would fall On the houses and the boulevards And the side walk bagatelles It's like a dream With the roar of cars And the
birthed me down a dry ravine My mother birthed me far too soon Born at nine and dead at noon Fifteen years gone now I still wander this parapet And
Such a filthy dimming shine The way you kick and scream, kick and scream And what do we with ten baby shoes A kit bag full of marbles And broken billiard
mother birthed me down a dry revine My mother birthed me far too soon Born at nine and dead at noon Fifteen years gone now I still wander this parapet And
street And if you listen you can hear her weeping, She's weeping, cause the gentlemen are calling And the snow is softly falling on her petticoats. And
come back to you Take this palm, follow the lines here are written And script out the rest of your life And feel your fingers falling slack and all folding
my house And how the green grows there And we've got special boots To beat the path to my house And it's careful and it's careful when I'm there And
my home If only summer rain would fall On the houses and the boulevards And the side walk bagatelles it's like a dream With the roar of cars And the
angles and the corners Even though my work is unparalleled They never seemed to meet This structure fell about our feet And we were free to go And try one, and
in your overalls After the wrecking ball Bereft you of house and home And left you with sweet fuck-all So we got in your car With our kickabout hearts And
youth and beauty brigade We're lining up the light-loafere'd And the bored bench warmers Castaways and cutouts, fill it up Come join the youth and beauty