Helen

I just heard the news,

a new one is on your line.

I just heard the news,

it's taking all my time.

What will you do

when I'm fine?

What will I write

when I'm fine?

I just heard the news,

a new one is on your line.

Legs they're wrapped around,

a victim by surprise.

What will you do

when I'm fine?

What will I write

when I'm fine.

Helen, if you called my name you know I'd go.

In much the same way the sun steals the snow.

I've been burned by the heat two bodies make.

A little bird told me that your type is too ripe to take.

Honest Doubters - Horse Feathers

Bound in blue, they wind into a love some would say is grand in its making.
Worms may sing, that from beneath their graves, they're found embracing.
Some might say love without touching.
Bones may break, parts keep on bleeding.
God loves honest doubters.
Praying is always work.
The best things will happen to the worst.
Tuesday's lovers, Monday's mistakes.

Dustbowl - Horse Feathers

DUSTBOWL

Viscious are the mouthes she tastes.
Wicked are the vowes she breaks.

Leaving all her luck to haste.
Leaving all her luck to waste.

All these things in a box, where she goes she lays.
Leaving all these men tonight, leaving all these boys to fight.

Leaving all her luck to haste.
Leaving all her lust to waste.

All these things in a box, where she goes she stops.

Hell to all these moneymakers.
Lives they won't mistake.
Oh, you knew I loved to hate her.
Eyes that won't debate.



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