21 Reasons Lyrics - Frank Black And The Catholics

I rode from TJ up to Berkeley 

And it started out so gray 

Till I lost that cool protection 

When the sun burned it all away 

While the winter's light shined down 

On those revivals from my day 

I had dreams of your insurrection 

Taken down by Monterey 

I don't care for the season 

I don't find it that fun 

And I've got 21 reasons 

I've got 21 reasons 

And there go 22 singers on the run 

First I saw the digits crawling 

Slowly up the rocky coast 

Just some separated fingers 

Looking for their finger post 

From the water jumped a bloody hand 

Needing desperately a host 

When I saw the bald bell ringers 

Well, I knew then that you were toast 

I don't care for the season 

I don't find it that fun 

And I've got 21 reasons 

I've got 21 reasons 

And there go 22 singers on the run 

Then went up the baby Babels 

Where the iron bells were hung 

They couldn't get them any higher 

And those iron bells were rung 

With the singers, now all gathered 

They collected every tongue 

And so now it was required 

For every soul to turn the dung 

I don't care for the season 

I don't find it that fun 

And I've got 21 reasons 

I've got 21 reasons 

And there go 22 singers on the run 

Well, you sure can hear a rumble 

On the Royal Road today 

And those grand halls of correction 

Well, I think that they're here to stay 

From the time that you are born 

The certain bells you must obey 

Best you plan for the Resurrection 

Best you lower your head and pray 

I don't care for the season 

I don't find it that fun 

And I've got 21 reasons 

I've got 21 reasons 

And there go 22 singers on the run 

21 reasons, 21 reasons 

22 singers on the run