Yep I've been on the cover of the Rolling Stone I met the president when...
With my perceptions in a mix Down twenty miles through the sticks To the cloudy...
There's a girl who laughs all day She whiles the night away with strangers This...
This war we are waging is already lost The cause for the fighting has long...
She hangs brightly from the tree Wonders what she's done to me I'm aware of...
'twas tea-time at the circus: king jimi, he was there...
It's the final throw The final blow Break or bust...
She's got friends in high places, her picture's in vogue...
(brooker / reid) Jostle, hassle, elbow bustle In a swirling...
I know if i'd been wiser this would never have...
It seems as clear as yesterday We saw it in...
They seek us in this unquiet zone They chase us...
While horsemen ride across the green And snow white still...
(brooker / reid) 'all hands on deck, we've run afloat!'...
Simple sister Got whooping cough Have to burn her toys...