Тексты песен «Caulfields»

(John Faye/Mike Simpson) Alex got her name because her father wished her born a son A fancy name for a flighty girl Now flight of fancy runs amok on everyone Daddy took advantage of the situation He waited seven years...

All of my young life Learning to crawl All of my young life Climbing your wall All of my young life A face in the mall All of my young life Nothing at all I have some friends they treat me okay They smoke cigarettes...

He wakes up on a Wednesday morning He can't remember Tuesday's mirth He barely keeps himself from yawning Makes his bed for what that's worth He likes to use vocabulary His bank account a state of "dearth" The neighbors...

Under the water, under the water It's clearer than you think Under the water, make me an offer Confessions I can drink I don't need to talk to him I forgive myself (he's forgiven me) for everything he's done In the...

Here in hell's hammock just thinking up deviltry Planet-wide panic's a hat that's so old I'd rather write about her in my diary Could she be mine without selling her soul Dirty deeds from a demon seed Don't excite me...

Ask a little girl if she wants a piece of candy And you'll find yourself in front of a lynch mob or a jury And they'll read the riot act along with your Miranda warning And no one's come to bail you out And it's already...

God I'd love to hear your thoughts On sinners you have caught And what about the ones who got away Where are they today You see them everywhere And they don't care And if we all seem terrified IT's just because we are...

Take a seat beside me but don't looke me in the eye That way you won't have to ask and I won't have to lie And you're doing your best not to understand There's nothing I have you can hold in your hand And I'm thinking...

We spent the day just talking Consumed by small town wanderlust You know it got me thinking THere's so few people I can trust And you say I have been naive That one day everybody leaves Well now I've got some last...

I don't remember much about you I was barely seven when Mom came home without you But I knew right then Life was changing fast I don't know why I remember these things Your pipe tobacco and the pinch of a bee sting...

The girl downstairs has no last name She calls herself Asia X Is she pretentious Or is she just cryptic Or is she on the run from the I.R.S. But at night I feel the surges And my sinking ship submerges There's a tidal...

People stay the same throughout the ages Looking for a change is still courageous >From dungeons to death camps to furnished cages It makes me wonder if Darwinism is just another load of intellecutal jizz And how!...