Mrs. carver says shes sorry She knows enough to worry But what does she know about cryin' Believes the town is sinking The price of forward thinking You stay up all night half the time Rackin' your mind alone at night While all the neighbors sleep tight
Years ago she lost her daughter Off to a sacred order Where they get stoned and work the earth Clears up her head with bourbon 'Cause bear is so suburban And day class a for what its worth
She drinks it down down down For all the old old days She's thinking of it now its nice to get away But what a fine day for a parade
She stays up mending curtains Until her fingers hurting You can get so bored of it all No one can say for certain She'll never safely know when An astroid will kill us all
She drinks it down down down For all of the old old days She's thinking of it now its nice to get away But what a fine day for a parade
She drinks it down down down For all of the old old days She's thinking of it know its nice to get away But what a fine day for a parade
But what a fine day for a parade But what a fine day for a parade But what a fine day for a parade But what a fine day for a parade |
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