| Bastardo rainy day! |
| Eh, Sancho Panza?
|
| Reflecting on the way… this ape’s old armor
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| Bastardo rainy day! |
| Eh, Sancho Panza?
|
| Reflecting on the way… this ape’s old armor
|
| And they say that come summer Coney Island’s gone
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| They’re putting up condos where the Wonder Wheel was
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| And I wonder if anything is sacred now
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| That poor old Johnny Cash’s house burned down
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| Bright morning and the green sea
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| Giant windmills and a safe city
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| Mighty castle and a tired steed
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| Mirrored shovel used to bury me
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| The day that Johnny Cash’s house burned down
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| I was folding the laundry when I found out
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| The washers and dryers still turned round and round
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| Even though old Johnny Cash’s house burned down
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| And they say that come summer Coney Island’s gone
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| They’ll bring in more tourists with a new water park
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| And I wonder if anything’s worth saving now
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| That poor old Johnny Cash’s house burned down
|
| Bright morning and the green sea
|
| Giant windmills and a safe city
|
| Mighty castle and a tired steed
|
| Mirrored shovel used to bury me
|
| The day that Johnny Cash’s house burned down
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| I had run a few errands on the south side of town
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| And just four months prior we had lost James Brown
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| It was sunny when Johnny Cash’s house burned down
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| Bastardo rainy day! |
| Eh, Sancho Panza?
|
| Reflecting on the way… this ape’s old armor
|
| Bastardo rainy day! |
| Eh, Sancho Panza?
|
| Reflecting on the way… this ape’s old armor |