Sanoja: Violent Femmes. New Times. Agamemnon.
The telephone, telephone
I have an idea
Women always have ideas
Hello
Here is Agamemnon
Here is Agamemnon
Here is Agamemnon
Here is Agamemnon
Wrong connection this is
I am a moralist an anti-militarist
I am against duels
I cannot stand seeing
A fly in rage I cannot look at
A uniform or blood
That woman has seduced me
And now I am done for
That woman has seduced me
And now I am done for
Darling, where shall I
Hide you in a hurry?
Darling, where shall I
Hide you in a hurry?
Darling, where shall I
Hide you in a hurry?
Darling, where shall I
Hide you in a hurry?
Here is Agamemnon
Here is Agamemnon
Here is Agamemnon
Here is Agamemnon
I am coming directly from the trenches
And look forward to a solemn luncheon
I am coming directly from the trenches
And look forward to a solemn luncheon
Oh, my nerves I'm losing my mind
Oh, my nerves I'm losing my mind
This damned telephone
Spoils my favorite position
Now I can start, now I can start
Now I can start, now I can start writing
Now I can start writing, now I can start writing
I can start writing poetry
Now I can start writing poetry
I can, I can start writing poetry I can
Now I can start writing poetry I can
Now I can start writing poetry
I can start writing poetry
I have an idea
Women always have ideas
Hello
Here is Agamemnon
Here is Agamemnon
Here is Agamemnon
Here is Agamemnon
Wrong connection this is
I am a moralist an anti-militarist
I am against duels
I cannot stand seeing
A fly in rage I cannot look at
A uniform or blood
That woman has seduced me
And now I am done for
That woman has seduced me
And now I am done for
Darling, where shall I
Hide you in a hurry?
Darling, where shall I
Hide you in a hurry?
Darling, where shall I
Hide you in a hurry?
Darling, where shall I
Hide you in a hurry?
Here is Agamemnon
Here is Agamemnon
Here is Agamemnon
Here is Agamemnon
I am coming directly from the trenches
And look forward to a solemn luncheon
I am coming directly from the trenches
And look forward to a solemn luncheon
Oh, my nerves I'm losing my mind
Oh, my nerves I'm losing my mind
This damned telephone
Spoils my favorite position
Now I can start, now I can start
Now I can start, now I can start writing
Now I can start writing, now I can start writing
I can start writing poetry
Now I can start writing poetry
I can, I can start writing poetry I can
Now I can start writing poetry I can
Now I can start writing poetry
I can start writing poetry
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