The clothesline of cold eyes Is washing away the face before Now tell me whats wrong you see everyones gone You gotta do your best to decorate this dying day This dying day
All over a bowl of bitter beans
And outside way, way up high I got a quarter moon misthanging over me And now, I want that rocking chair outta there Cause hes no longer living here Its no longer needed here
All over a bowl of bitter beans
And I got a corner store and thats all the more For me to praise upon the holidays And now Ill close my eyes really, really tight And make you all go away, Ill make you all go all go away
And Ill pull the trigger and make it all go away And Ill make it all go away, Ill make it all go away
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