Happy Hour Album by King Missile
Number of Lyrics in Album : 14
By King Missile, And then, and then And so, and life And see, and look I
By King Missile, I could be hereI could be in a saladI could
By King Missile, I woke up this morning with a bad hangover And my
By King Missile, Ed was at the end of his rope, an expression
By King Missile, Hey hey, look at me Hey hey, I'm Phillip glass Hey, look
By King Missile, It's so beautiful here The swallows are swinging and swaying Sweetly tweeting
By King Missile, No, I never was in Vietnam I never once dove into
By King Missile, I want to be different, like everybody else I want
By King Missile, This ones called Martin Scorsese He makes the best fuckin' films He
By King Missile, Bassinets, clarinets, proletarian chariots Polyunsaturated cinemaplexi-glass cathedrals Anxious daffodils falling off the
By King Missile, Holy, holy, holy, holy All is holy in the sink In the
By King Missile, Take me home, take me home Take me home and throw
By King Missile, And so the very evil children Took the dog out to
By King Missile, Clinging to the end of time Crawling stairs, climbing floors Pretend it's