Here we go Can I get a goddamn timpany roll to start this goddamn song? Tonight, it is a goddamn song For all you goddamn people Well, the animals laugh
Laura, are you still livin' there on your estate of sorrow? You used to leave it occasionally, but now you don't even bother To ride the commuter train
There is no beginning to the story, a bookshelf sinks into the sand And a language learned and forgot, in turn is studied once again It's a shocking bit
I picked you out Of a crowd and talked to you I said, "I like your shoes" You said, "Thanks can I follow you?" So it's up the stairs and out of view No
of my possessions Piled higher than a house I felt closer to you than you ever would have known So let these tiny acts of charity Be common ground on
Well, the future's got me worried Such awful thoughts My head's a carousel of pictures The spinning never stops I just want someone to walk in front And
The picture is far too big to look at kid Your eyes won't open wide enough And you are constantly surrounded By the swirling stream of what is and what
I have a friend, he is made mostly of pain And he wakes up, drives to work, and then straight back home again He once cut one of my nightmares out of
Well, you say that I treat you like a book on a shelf I don't take you out that often 'Cause I know that I completed you And that's why you are here That
for his supper in a garbage can The kids hang around by the old school ground Right by the river where the body was found Throwing stones on hallowed ground
tryin' till I reach my highest ground Till I reach my highest ground No one's gonna bring me down Oh no Till I reach my highest ground Don't you let
[Madchild] Mental, torture chamber magnificent structure Swollen sculp dust surfing senses danger Spark this bats dangle in darkness Crept beneath
too tied to the ground Angels too tied to the ground Angels too tied to the ground Angels too tied to the ground Angels too tied to the ground Angels too tied to the ground
[ intro by Johnny Wright ] (Now everybody welcome to the Kitty Wells Road Show with an all star cast featuring Decca Rocording artists Bill Phillips yours
holy ground, this holy ground This holy ground, this holy ground This holy ground, this holy ground This holy ground, this holy ground This oh, holy ground, holy ground
I really wanna move like I'd like to Sometimes I remember myself I really wanna feel like I'm supposed to Sometimes I remember how to feel How did I
. I'm only stopping for heavy breathing I'm only stopping to hit the ground only stopping for heavy breathing I'm only stopping to hit the ground. Keep
standing waiting for tomorrow Nothing's left, nothing's found There must be some common ground Nothing's left, nothing's found There must be some common ground