But they ain't got what we got No sir'ree They've got private lawns and public parks They've got private lawns and public parks They've got private lawns
the things you know All the pews are gone Dealer's wife has left today Where she went, she wouldn't say And Christ is on the lawn Move your mouth the
in a ranch house on a hill She could see the valley barbecues From her window sill See the blue pools in the squinting sun Hear the hissing of summer lawns
other day, I got a gator on my lawn Well, every other day, I got a gator on my lawn Every other day, I got a gator on my lawn
The flowing mane of pain swells on Trelawny Lawn Stark handsome eyes decide the unicorn Is a beast of borrowed wisdom Like a thrush in the yielding
Throughout the night When there's no direct light And a thin veil of clouds Keeps the stars out of sight I can smell the colors outside on my lawn The
The squirming coil of sunset, I keep within my reach Tried yesterday to get away and hitchhiked to the beach I saw Satan on the beach trying to catch
Reba sink a boulder in the water Reba tie a cable to a tree Reba stuck in a game of lipstick, perfume, flypaper Reba press a razor to a slide cross a
In the mornin' I pack up my gear And toss it in my carryall Run the wide load to lip an' Watch the big core crack an' glow In the evening I undo my belt
My sweet one, I'll call you my sweet one You're my only true sweet one With my all, I'll call you my sweet one From far away, I'll say your name Oh with
Brett is in the bathtub Makin' soup for the ambassadors And I am in the hallway Singing to the Troubadours The kings are all lined up Outside the gate
Yo, something's wrong here, no, not again Get the daisies for the Potholes in my lawn Potholes in my lawn Potholes in my lawn Everybody's sayin', what
how the phobias appropriately procreate Woke up with a ghost farm focused on his groceries When they aren?t telling stories they are multiplying grossly On the lawn
caresses Aside from having thrown a joke on you and me Can you follow me? I cannot understand the way I feel Until I rest on lawns of dawns Can you follow
the shepherd his sweet scented lawn; But I, more blest than they, spend each happy night and day With my charmin' little cruiskeen lawn, lawn, lawn Oh
Man on his lawn, staring inside his house. And it looks so strange, he doesn't know anyone. Familiar faces, still none to recognize. The walk around,
With a casket lined in fleece And fireworks spelling out 'Rest In Peace' Oh, take me when I'm gone to Forest Lawn Oh, lay me down in Forest Lawn They
Out on some borderline Some mark of in between I lay down golden in time And woke up vanishing Sweet bird you are Briefer than a falling star All these
