the big man ain't so big no more
he's curled up
Last night i dreamt of flying
over hill sides in the
Well I take my shoes when I walk in her
an endA suburban catastropheIt's time to start mourning the deathof
(Naydock)
Ten times I stopped by
'Cause she said to stop by
Nine
You stand on your platform and present your viewsYou hand
(alexander)
martha's wearing blue jeans
and she's praying for the poor
two midg
Town clock stopped tickin', but it ain't broken
Got a
(Smith)
Well I ain't no man, no I ain't no man
I
(Alexander)
There was a man who sang the blues
No one could
Her parents house exudes a reborn airThe bathtub virgins in
(Alexander/Badlees)
(Chorus)
There must be angels of mercy
Lookin' down on
(Feltenberger, Yashinsky)
We live for the mountains
'Cause the mountains give u
A lot of folks do well enough leavin' well enough
Pity my brotherFor how he's suffered meThrough nameless townsAnd cold
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