When I do count the clock that tells the time. And see the brave day sunk in hideous night,. When I behold the violet past prime. And sable curls all silvered o'er with white.
I want to settle this bet and I. Don't want your shoulder instead. The minor tough's walking past again. A pure extension. Yeah. . Reach in your pocket and pull out the pantleg of hate.
Reach for a drink when you're in cola land. It may be just what you need but it's never enough. And now we're sending out but it's never enough. It's just the last time you'll get the truth in.
Well he's down with the capitalist system. But he lost a lot, those capitalists. He's read you every book that you'd ever list him,. And now he'll put you back up there on your shelf.
All I ever asked of you is a copy of Garage Days. And to tell me the truth. Ain't no one watching you exit Ventura Highway. . It's like I knew two of you man.