oh mrs. o
will you tell us where the naughty children go
will you show
how the sky turned white and everybody froze
heaven knows how they got into the fireplace
but everybody's saying grace
and trying to keep a happy face
and oh mrs. o
will you teach us how to keep from getting cold
out we go and you watch us as we face the falling snow
what a show with our hairdryers aimed heavenwards
and fifty foot extension cords
you really have a way with words
the truth won't save you now
oh oh oh
the sky is falling down
oh oh oh
watch the vultures count the hours
april trains may bring strange showers
oh mrs. o
will you tell about the time they made you go
all alone to the palace where they took your only clothes
we all know
there's no hell and no hiroshima
chernobyl was a cover up
the world is really all in love
and oh mrs o
will you leave us hanging now that we are grown
up and old
will you kill me if i say i told you so
we all know
there's no hitler and no holocaust
no winter and no santa claus
and yes virginia all because
the truth won't save you now
oh oh oh
the sky is falling down
oh oh oh
everything they ever told us
shakes our faith and breaks their promise
but you can stop the truth from leaking
if you never stop believing......
everything is a lie. thank you. see you next time!
piątek, 13 kwietnia 2012
wtorek, 3 kwietnia 2012
there was nothing in the world that i ever wanted more
few years ago. ten maybe. maybe more, can't remeber, i was taken by the hand by a very important person. she told me she's gonna always be by my side. i can't ever remember when i last saw her. all i know i miss her so fucking much. and this song - although it's been here already - reminds me most of her.
i remember when i was writing those lyrics everywhere i could. sitting in classrooms and only wanting to spend some more time together.
i do belive that old friends never die.
i remember when i was writing those lyrics everywhere i could. sitting in classrooms and only wanting to spend some more time together.
i do belive that old friends never die.
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