Holes in the ground They're just circles if they weren't They could be square If only they weren't round And March is only a month within days (chorus
fryin' pan when the fire's gone Drivin' my pig while the bands takin' pictures in the grass And my radio's smashed And I like pianos in the evenin' sun
my Uncle Thud And I rode away on the Tennessee Stud The Tennessee Stud was long and lean The color of the sun and his eyes were green He had the nerve
there. place, In a golden vessel and silver vase, kept them burning in the strange enchanted Kept them burning to the sky, for they knew someday the sun
from yo that aint to crime see certain numbers hafta keep your ass in line even if it shines and gets dark throw a new engine in a old skylark the silver
seen before He went to sleep in the bidest And when he awoke He ran his little monkey fingers through yellow pages Called up some escort services and
a frying pan when the fire's gone Driving my pig while the band's taking pictures in the grass In my radio smashed And I like pianos in the evening sun
He went to sleep in the bidet and when he awoke He ran his little monkey fingers through the yellow pages Called up escort services and ordered some
a man of him put him to trade teach him to play Monopoly and to sing in the rain. The Poet and the painter casting shadows on the water as the sun
call centre battery hens, Japanese snacks for the choice-spoilt citizens, caviar kickbacks for the citadel denizens. Airport shoeshines servicing the suits among the little silver
make a man of him put him to trade teach him to play Monopoly and to sing in the rain. The Poet and the painter casting shadows on the water as the sun
frying pan when the fire's gone Driving my pig while the band's taking pictures in the grass In my radio smashed And I like pianos in the evening sun
before He went to sleep in the bidet and when he awoke He ran his little monkey fingers through the yellow pages Called up escort services and ordered