is it ever gonna not
be so hard to see you around
am i really, really, really, really gonna have to
really gonna have to, really have to leave town (woo)
i mean i called upon a bunch of angels
calling "angels, aint you supposed to come and take away these blues?
i mean we've came upon a bunch of rabies
and there isn't nothing all us little animals can do
with all five kinds of reins and all nine kinds of thunderings
or eighteen white horses if won't none of them come to me"
don't plant no more feet, love, in that garden of blame
don't break me no more, love, i'm already tame
is it ever gonna stop