Well the sun comes up and you stare your cup of coffee, yup. Right through the kitchen floor. You feel like hell so you might as well get out and sell.
These are the words. That cry out of me in the night. Like a buffalo herd. From a shotgun blast scattered in flight. I got a one track mind. Going down a one train line.
Dry your eyes pretty girl. I just got news from the outside world. I dont know how they got our names. But yesterday this letter came:. . Mr. and Mrs. Resident Dweller, your lucky number is.
These are the words. That cry out of me in the night. Like a buffalo herd. From a shotgun blast scattered in flight. . I got a one track mind. Going down a one train line.