I recall a time when we were lovers
Before you, I hadn't any other
When the bad times came along
I turned and you had gone
From the start, I loved you, I was wrong
Falling out, it's the end, may as well have never been
The cards are up, the chips are all cashed in
You won't see me again, don't consider me your friend
Falling out, look away, it's the end
Always thought of you as my big brother
...
Everything that you are
That you'd like to be
Will come in three, my friend
Times thine inequity
The flutes of the chi
Will sound again, my friend
Wrap yourself up in gold
The fruits of the old
Are ripe to be told, my friend
For, it's not what you are
How you've come to be
All this will end and begin again
Everything that you are
That you'd like to be
Will come in three, my friend
Times thine ...
Pandy Fackler was a working girl
Living alone in another world
Of picket fences and a white fade
Sucking d***s under the Promenade
She was almost in a coma
From doing the Bossa Nova
And the Funky Cold Medina-man
I wish you coulda seen her
Poor little Pandy is doing the best she can
Eating cotton candy from the garbage can
First to come and the last to go
I met her backstage after the 2nd show
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Janey came back from the stand smiling
With the writing of Kafka in hand and a bunny in a can
Slipping and sliding you feel yourself asking her
Why would you want me to try?
Squeezing your wrist and she's pulling you closer
Down where the devils are dying with laughter
Then led to a place where there's no form of pleasure
She blows you a kiss from her lips
She's your baby
She's your baby
She's...
In the morning sun, I couldn't tell you
I couldn't tell you so many things
About how much I really love you
About how much you really mean
So far away but it's so easy to see you
When I'm away I want to put my arms around you
And I want to know do you feel the same way?
'Cause if you do I want to stay forever
And I want to know do you feel the same way?
'Cause if you do I want to stay forever
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Sometimes the ones you hold so close can make you cry
But it's a pain in the ass to let 'em go, oh
With a battered wish you hoped that the monkey wore a tie
But it's no surprise to find he don't
Put the pointed pencil in the pepper-po
And take a little sniff of the things below
Bring it to a boil and simmer low
Put the noodle on the griddle as it climbs the Grobe
Watch the worker shield his he...
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