i'm sitting here. alone. i'm pitching a tent like a camper's home. all i've got tonight, are dirty feet and giggles. and Rover, and this jar of Jif. and i grab a butter knife.
It is long gone. This right went wrong. Stop your cryin child. Diamonds and stones. My skin my bones. Stop your cryin child. . 'Cause the time has been and gone.
Damn you dirty bird. Put out the fire now. It's all said and done. Do I walk away or run. . What went wrong, what went wrong. Shame on, shame on. . Damn you filthy crow.