Tunesmith Retrofit

It's a ditch, okay, I have shoes and a blanket My head resting light on a stone Though it's hard it's still rounded with a pocket for Brains or what goes for in halls under roof tile We'll sing another blistering ballad for grandma Melody sweet till

There are some that blindly and happily plow While the tractor screams "Feed me some oil" The scraping of gears and the gnashing of teeth Fall softly on full ahead ears A frown may give away something right A smile can hide crooked affairs The s

I just want to hear somebody else whine. If you've got tomorrow, I've got a blade. We can dig a hole into an old book. Keep our secrets there. I know of another place beneath some overgrown vine. I can cut them back and help you down. There I'll list

You can go out and destroy, What's already spent. You can blame on your hat, The faults in your head. The more you pass through my pores The worse it gets. At or in, What place did you think Your mind would fit? When did you realize That you couldn't