09/05/08 music/lyrics kent meloy
gimme what for i’m
just a mixed metaphor
comical look on my face
just ten miles
i can almost see you
wonder what you’re thinking of me
promises made just
like a grenade
not easily swayed
and none too sweet
eveywhere i go
just the way it goes
everywhere i go
just the way
gravel and sand
the home of the damned
bet they get a kick out of me
buyer beware a
breeze in my hair
steely hint of blue irony
one pair of hands that
breaks up the band
will finally land
on all four feet
eveywhere i go
just the way i roll
everywhere i go
just the way
so we shift
you or me
us or them
patiently
so we shift
you or me
us or them
willingly
short lifespans
a breaking of plans
the killer demands
a cup of tea