
Date of issue: 03.07.1995
Song language: English
Good Grief |
since I’m putting down all |
of the true things around but I like it I handed down the crown |
given the jewels and the answers of may |
the thought of being ousted comes and goes |
when I think about it the wind blows |
I hate it run me out of town |
somewhere a move might intended a gown at pissed at all the bowels |
always the blues and a delicate smile |
missed all of the sideways |
gull and noun |
chills and petty band-aids |
wrapped around |
I hate it |