A worn out joke to keep the flies away
Carried it this far
Got the westside winds keep it steady
Bury the hatchets we find
Could carry that heavy load
If I really thought it would matter
Farcical hair appears
As a blind side
Clean the slate
(refrão)
Working in the halls of shame
Lay it down in full view
Lay it down
What the hell were we thinking
note fretted on the second string up to the fourth fret, and then pull
it off)