A Couple Ideas Lyrics - Singles - Agans Craig

The downstairs girls have alot to say 

about the uptown boys that always get their way 

There's a loner on the corner and a stoner on the border 

A schizo who's two faces eyes show lots of empty spaces 

Next to a workingman, who does intend 

to make a stand in front of his dead end.. 

If anyone has got the nerve to try him.. 

The local columnist writes his word 

he's flying the flag of all he calls absurd 

and the body politic, of the town, is working thru a panic 

to elect a clown.. 

And the never ever boy endeavours on a clever ploy 

his motive like a locomotive, he'll go till there's nothing else for to 

live 

the tracks he's on end.. and he has got to walk.. 

It's just an idea that i'm tryin to say.. 

There's more than black and white that make up gray.. 

Nothin' won't move that's not in my way.. 

Can't you hear that train, cause it's comin' 

It's a loud one.. 

This morning i poked myself in the eye 

it wasn't the only reason i had to cry.. 

Someone i know is quite misleading, she doesn't go where she's leading 

Her present's no longer her past, she's still always first class.. 

Others i know, are all too clear 

in making it well known that they've got nothing to fear 

Except their boss, because, he can fire them.. 

The unqualified beggars' lifes gone up in smoke 

now he finds it hard, to take a joke.. 

To the burning of fires and a squeeling of tires 

a cutting of wires in a circle of liars 

The law stretches far, to reach it's mark 

and there's nowhere you can hide when it's after dark 

and you're paranoid, you can never be alone.. 

It's just an idea that i'm tryin' to say 

there's more than black and white that make up gray 

There's nothin' won't move that's not in my way 

can't you hear that train, cause it's comin', 

it's a loud one.. 

A poet's been down, but now he's on the rise 

on forbidden thoughts he will theorize 

On a paradise lost, an exaggerated cost 

A well shined gloss, and a summer frost 

Flying like rockets thru writings in red 

are the ghosts of great spirits, both alive and dead 

Standing on the corner where the bricks are piled high 

and the first floor windows touch the sky.. 

and looking up, there is nothing left to say.. 

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