Our Earth
18-05-2004, 08:25
Lawsuit - Bottles of Chance
The keaster a tilted man on steady social life (maybe)
Her eyes are not showing any signs of remorse
A window shopping widower to take her for a wife
Her salad days were over when they served the second course
And deep within her heart she felt the workings of a king
It's time, she said, to trace the ugly rumor to its source
Another monday morning is an elementary thing
She holds her breath in the palm of her hand
She gives him a number and he gives her a ring
But she isn't sure she's able to live up to his demands
His eyes go right through her just like butter through a knife
She's looking out the window at the bottles of chance
Mock charade
Emergency card
Toaster pastries on the way to work
Fixing panties with their handy mini-skirts
Oom bam sheesh
A thursday night of waiting starts to drive the girl insane
The ring cuts the silence with the sharpness of a child
She forced herself to listen to the falling of the rain
The working women like to read the Calling of the Wild
The tires on the driveway signal friday night is here
Masquera makes her mother miss her daughter meek and mild
She's living in a chapter of a play my Normal Lear
Incarcerated cognent markers asking her to dance
Unprincipled perceptions of unmotivated fear
Another sunday afternoon spent reading 'bout romance
The feelings of a grown-up world that anyone could feign
She grabs a soda knocking over bottles of chance
Mock charade
Emergency card
Toaster pastries on the way to work
Fixing panties with their handy mini-skirts
There may be minor errors because I just typed this up from listening to the song, but it's pretty much all there.
The keaster a tilted man on steady social life (maybe)
Her eyes are not showing any signs of remorse
A window shopping widower to take her for a wife
Her salad days were over when they served the second course
And deep within her heart she felt the workings of a king
It's time, she said, to trace the ugly rumor to its source
Another monday morning is an elementary thing
She holds her breath in the palm of her hand
She gives him a number and he gives her a ring
But she isn't sure she's able to live up to his demands
His eyes go right through her just like butter through a knife
She's looking out the window at the bottles of chance
Mock charade
Emergency card
Toaster pastries on the way to work
Fixing panties with their handy mini-skirts
Oom bam sheesh
A thursday night of waiting starts to drive the girl insane
The ring cuts the silence with the sharpness of a child
She forced herself to listen to the falling of the rain
The working women like to read the Calling of the Wild
The tires on the driveway signal friday night is here
Masquera makes her mother miss her daughter meek and mild
She's living in a chapter of a play my Normal Lear
Incarcerated cognent markers asking her to dance
Unprincipled perceptions of unmotivated fear
Another sunday afternoon spent reading 'bout romance
The feelings of a grown-up world that anyone could feign
She grabs a soda knocking over bottles of chance
Mock charade
Emergency card
Toaster pastries on the way to work
Fixing panties with their handy mini-skirts
There may be minor errors because I just typed this up from listening to the song, but it's pretty much all there.