Tune Grief

One, two, three, four

The kind of things you say
Your own worst enemy you say them every day
The dead life from a saint
I could know each tongue
I could take you son i could rush
Into one slow stream so long
Will you give me time to rush it
Out and shove it in my face i saw the wire

Marjorie loves to see the sounds
Of the Russian lie
Was it time you got a a pink steroid

And you know who's the sum
Who's the cinnamon and ketchup again
Who you spun, who you seein'
The one-line ride so strong
Will you give me time to break it out
And shoot it in the leg

When they talk about alternative rights
They have no people, no shame
Lies, all lies, all lies

Boredom in the bedroom
The time when the guideline lies
And the lovin' to the people
Shinin' when the people
Spill into the bedroom with the
Light on the door our time to shine

Who's a its so strong
Will you give me time to shove it out
To put it in the hay oh whoa whoa
Will you give me time to shove it
Out and put it in my face