Good Grief
Since I'm putting downAll of the true things around but I like itI handed down the crownGiven the jewels and the answers of mayThe thought of being oustedComes and goes, comes and goesWhen I think about itThe wind blows
Hate it (x7)*
Run me out of townSomewhere a move might intended a gown atPissed at all the bowelsAlways the blues and a delicate smileMissed all of the sidewaysGull and noun, gull and nounChills and petty band-aidsWrapped around
Hate it (x7)
Good griefGood grief
Since I'm putting downAll of the true things around but I like itI handed down the crownGiven the jewels and the answers of mayThe thought of being oustedComes and goes, comes and goesWhen I think about itThe wind blows
Hate it (x7)