Sara spelled without an 'H' was getting bored. On a peavea amp in 1984. While Zak without a 'C' tried out some new guitars. Playing Sara with no H's favorite song.
I don't get many things right the first time. In fact, I am told that a lot. Now I know all the wrong turns. The stumbles and falls brought me here. .
Good morning, son. I am a bird. Wearing a brown polyester shirt. You want a coke?. Maybe some fries?. The roast beef combo's only $9.95. It's okay, you don't have to pay.
Let me tell y'all what it's like. Being male, middle class and white. It's a bitch, if you don't believe. Listen up to my new CD, sham on. . I got shit running through my brain.
You took a trip and climbed a tree. At Robert Sledge's party. And there you stayed till morning came. You were not the same after that. . You gave your life to Jesus Christ.
Ran out of time, running my mouth. Ran up a tab and all the way from Kalamazoo. And on my way back home. I was surely stoned, now I'm sober in my yard.
I thought I'd write, I thought I'd let you know. In the year since you've been gone I've finally let you go. And I hope you find some time to drop a note.
Fred sits alone at his desk in the dark. There's an awkward young shadow that waits in the hall. He's cleared all his things and he's put them in boxes.
And so Annie waits, Annie waits, Annie waits. For a call from a friend. The same, it's the same, why's it always the same?. Annie waits for the last time.