He doesn't want any crazy dancing, just red wine and ""Darling, You Send Me"" And not everyone in the crowd can sing, but there are thousands and thousands. ""Darling, You Darling, You Send Me"" What do wear to someone's death? What was Petronius' last meal? We drive down Union and take a left, just like so many times before. The girls will be present, reserved, and polite and the booze will keep the bruises away. As patriarchy turns to slumber and dusk turns to night, this was just another way to embarrass them. ""What have we done?"" On the devon with outstretched arms no difficulty leaving a cold, white room ""Go to sleep old man. You are certainly not alone."" Some people say they want to die in their sleep, but I think ""My God, what a horrible dream."" Me, I want to get shot in the gut and bleed to death right there on the 50-yard-line, and watch them all silently scream. This is it, and this is it, and this is it, and this is and this is it, and this it.

He's got a million dollar view of the sunrise, Cashmere slippers on his pedicured feet. He's continents away from his wishing wells and the death and the desert heat. And I made my bed, I made my bed. She's had enough of the nephews and all of their clipboard-chained lies Capfuls of scripted apple juice And sad goodbyes Come a little closer if you want to know Where i hid my blues. I wrote them down in one of those books that you gave me, but I've got some bad news. That I made my bed. I made my bed. She sleeps with one hand wrapped tight around the curtain Another hand pressed flat up against the wall That man in that chair's just a coat hanging there, but he's staring at you and daring you to fall She sleepwalks through her days and through what must feel like hallucinations, and the angels keep her awake at night with their vigorous interrogations. And I made my bed. I made my bed.

I need panic and purple metal fool's gold paint the stairs blue and turn the strobe onto hold. Keith won't give up until you get there with them cigars, and black won't be blue until the sharks get past the sandbars For you. You. You. C'mon get your shoulders to the stone wheel boys, and get it turning. Alex said common sense should've been your first warning. If it's green, keep it away until it gets grey and white, and for the last time, keep your hands off my goddam wife. La Ooooh. La Oooh. La Ooooh. I need panic to make my thoughts go faster. Well, your papa left you alone, and now somehow, you're the bastard And Pennsylvania Avenue gets cluttered with broken weather balloons They got million dollar slingshots, and they got eyes like gunshot wounds. AAAAH OOOOOOOOOH! AAAAH OOOOOOOOOH! AAAAH OOOOOOOOOH!

She made the tea so dark and sweet Just like her granddaughter's Cherokee eyes. And there's a salesman in New York, who knows her shoe size by heart. And there's no such thing as a walking stick made with too much care or pride. A gentleman wears a tie and makes sure not to be late. So always say goodbye, and take any advice you can find. Always know what you want, even though you may not get it. And wait on me, my darling. I'll be coming home soon. And wait on me, my darling. I'll be coming home soon. And if I flew forty thousand miles, would you let me crash into your room? When you're shaking like a leaf on a vine and my arms can only do so much. I love to watch you fall in February, before you ever had his watch before you knew I wasn't perfect and before our little car went dead. So take this with you always, and steal only what you need. Never sign the registry at a sheriff's visitation. And wait on me, my darling. I'll be coming home soon. Wait on me, my darling. I'll be coming home soon. And there's nothing sadder than goodbye or better than hot coffee and that first cigarette, unless you count the nights together that I still cry when I remember. He said ""everybody walks a road, and no one gets to choose the view, but a smart man buys insurance and mails his payments in on time."" So, always tip your hat, and say ""Hello"" to the nice girls. And don't be mean to your Mama, cause you know she don't deserve it. And wait on me, I'll be coming home soon.

So long, Sweet Lime. We broke the moon again. I pulled the hedges open, and now I'm listening. To your subjective display of your objective opinion. So long, Sweet Lime. We broke the moon again. To have a good time, we put the hog back on. Ran up on a twenty, and skipped a stone on the pond. I'd rather have nothing to say than to have something so wrong. So long, Sweet Lime. We broke the moon again. I burned the paper I had no other choice. But I read your press release in an old Village Voice. Nobody comes here to make it all we're making is noise, so come join. So long, Sweet Lime. We broke the moon again. Maybe you think about it so much it looks like you don't. Say ""You could sell used cars."" Don't think I won't. I'm gonna buy us a big house in the country when somebody gives us a loan. We'll go on home. So long, Sweet Lime. We broke the moon again. So long, Sweet Lime. We broke the moon again. So long, Sweet Lime. So long, Sweet Lime. We broke the moon again. So long, Sweet Lime. We broke the moon again.