Grace Lyrics - Fuzzy - Grant Lee Buffalo

If I was the Lone Ranger 

Hiding behind a mask 

Wouldn't be any danger 

To the questions, I ask 

What ya say, Pocahontas 

Trade in your feathers and beads 

For an electric blanket 

And a packet of cigs 

You bet, that's what she said 

If I had me a needle 

For every bubble that popped 

Bind them all up like one 

You would hear that pin drop 

Like a gun shot, like a shot 

And if I was a world leader 

Would not mislead the world 

I would not miss anything 

Miss America knows 

That it's only a pageant 

That it's only a show 

Isn't even film in the camera 

These aren't even my clothes 

No, no, no, no, Miss America knows 

You remember Houdini 

Who not a shackle could hold 

Carved a trap door into Heaven 

To escape growin' old 

Guess he just couldn't hack it 

Bundled up for the cold 

Double-breasted straight jacket 

French handcuffs of gold 

No, no, no, no, he escaped growin' old 

The growing old, oh oh oh