Dry Clothes - Annuals

There’s a knapsack rally for the stranger who told

Of a spider, and a purple toad

The things I heard were wretched and slurred

Oh my ears would be cut off at mention

But you don’t have to cut it off. (I only feel like living when I fell like I’m

dying)

Just give it some time. Your baby boy, he only naps

So mother bug don’t you bite your tongue

Because there’s nothing else to do for your son

He rose the dead. He’s been sharing his bed

With the only one he never loved

So why should you cry for the licence plate of a colder state?

Should you talk of the son on the run

Your tongue will be ripped out by ducklings

Oh, you don’t have to cut it off

Just give it some time. Your baby boy, he only naps

I only feel like living when I fell like I’m dying

Your baby boy, he only naps

Well Missy, sure you can look through my drawers

I’ve got nothing to hide

So, crying soul don’t you tally the toll

Because where’s the love in counting?

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