Strings and cymbals in a burlap sack, shredded them behind their back. They showed up when the lights went black. We hear them all the time. The songs they sing seem like a sign bouncing around in your mind. We knew they wouldn't a second time so you joined a band, banging pots and pans,
singing "Anything you want to do, anything you want to do, Oh anything you want to do." Should be alright, alright!
The sun came up and they were gone. One step in front of the dawn. The ears still ringing with their songs. We hear them all the time. Back it up in the mini-van but it didn't turn out like you planned. The cops never seemed to understand why you are on the lawn, screaming at the dawn, singing "Anything you want to do, anything you want to do, Oh anything you want to do." Should be alright, alright, alright, alright, alright!
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