Oh annan water's wondrous deep And my love annie's wondrous bonny I'm loathed that she should wet her feet Because I love her best of any Go saddle to
I've lost my rifle and bayonet I've lost my pull-through too I've lost the socks that you sent me That lasted the whole winter through I've lost the
Life is just beginning to begin again I'm hoping that you've saved the best 'til last You're lying on a stretcher in a corridor Taking in a slideshow
Been living in the city too long now Even my lungs have started to groan Everybody is singing their own song Sometimes I wanna sing alone Never been a
There's a panic on the streets A reputation on a line A revolution every minute Nothing's gonna keep time Ask why Ask why The president's understudy
She had a criminal conversation with the devil On the back seat of a burned out Toyota Camry She said she'd finally found a way to start a family But
Well, the streets are doing a war dance As their sight is restored to the blind And I'm sifting trash on the off chance That there might be something
When there's not enough rigor but there's too much rigor mortis You've got to ration love because you know that there's a shortage She'll take you with
If I die tomorrow Don't read too much into this song I'll be as surprised as you are I always get predictions wrong If I die tomorrow Break out and play
It's a twenty-four hour operation with a skeleton staff The profits almost double when they cut the work force in half The boss votes the way the money
Dark the night and long til day Do not bid us further stray Dark the night and long til day Do not bid us further stray Now the sun it does decline Pour
Sometimes when you get mystic I have to leave the room Another accident statistic While the big bass drum goes boom There's an apocalypse now on station
You always surprise me with the way you use your eyes I mean the way you see things differently from me And I'm green with envy how you see a glass half
Your footman barred me from the door Said I couldn't see you no more What's with this bureaucracy When I filled the forms you left for me He's a loyal
In an office two miles underground They can't tell night from day Secretaries typing errors of judgement In eternally full in-trays Phones ring in, get
Lord I swear the perfume you wear Was made out of turnip greens And every time I kiss you girl It tastes like pork and beans Even though you're wearin
Come gather 'round and listen If you can get that near If not, we'll use a microphone So that all poor souls can hear And hold hands in a circle Or stare
Bob dylan is my father, joan baez is my mother And I'm their bastard son Though my roots show through I'm just 22 I don't belong to anyone When the band