to let 'em go, oh With a battered wish you hoped that the monkey wore a tie But it's no surprise to find he don't Put the pointed pencil in the pepper
Everything that you are That you'd like to be Will come in three, my friend Times thine inequity The flutes of the chi Will sound again, my friend Wrap
In the morning sun, I couldn't tell you I couldn't tell you so many things About how much I really love you About how much you really mean So far away
Pandy Fackler was a working girl Living alone in another world Of picket fences and a white fade Sucking dicks under the Promenade She was almost in
I recall a time when we were lovers Before you, I hadn't any other When the bad times came along I turned and you had gone From the start, I loved you
Janey came back from the stand smiling With the writing of Kafka in hand and a bunny in a can Slipping and sliding you feel yourself asking her Why would
Reaching out now and I touch your face Please believe I'm only traveling Like seeking wonder from a foreign place It matters not from where I'm coming
Let's begin With the past in front And all the things You really don't care about now It'd be exactly where I'm at And to think You got a grip Look
I recall a time when we were lovers Before you, I hadn't any others When the bad times came along I turned and you had gone From the start, I loved you
I'm goin' crazy - trying to keep you sane Taking my prescriptions, and forging my name I was happy this morning You finally got yourself dressed Eating
Sancho brought a message from the Fat Man "Sorry, boy, to leave you high and dry, but I went to see my mom in Ensenada, and I left a little something
Everything that you are, that you'd like to be Will come in three, my friend Times thine inequity The flutes of the chi Will sound again, my friend
Pandy Fackler was a working girl Living alone in another world Of picket fences and a white facade Sucking dicks under the Promenade She was almost
Light up the wheels and go for broke stomp that pedal with a sniftin stroke smack that roadblock caught in a pickle I'm gonna hit that line like old
the ass to let 'em go with a battered wish you hoped that the monkey wore a tie but it's no surprise to find he don't put the pointed pencil in the pepper
Janey came back from the stand Smiling With the writing of Kafka in hand And a bunny in a can Slipping and sliding You feel yourself asking her
