You have spoken, the photo's fadin' And nothin' is goin' right A shooter's hand to, turn a cheek to A cough into at night Leaves are eyes that look inside A secret society Here's victory now if, that's what you're into Just take it away from me "May God strike me dead", she shouted from her bed I said, "Look at your mouth it's bleeding now So it all pours out so easily you choose My version of the truth When all I ask of you, is send me a postcard When you get there" A monkey's tooth an', a lukewarm bath Stray dog out in the driveway (Here's Albany, yea) Here's Albany, yea (A photo finish) Photo finish Just wipe the dust away "May God strike me dead", she shouted from her bed I said, "Look at your mouth it's bleeding now So it all pours out so easily you choose My version of the truth When all I ask of you, is send me a postcard When you get there" Yeah, when you get down there Send me a postcard Yeah, when you get down there Wherefore art thou Johnny Carson? Retired and never coming back Backroom basement, a sixty watt bulb There's nothin' that I lack "May God strike me dead", she shouted from her bed I said, "Look at your mouth it's bleeding now So it all pours out so easily you choose My version of the truth When all I ask of you, is send me a postcard When you get there" Yeah, when you get down there Send me a postcard Yeah, when you get down there Yeah, yea Send to me a postcard from anywhere (Yea) Send to me a postcard from anywhere Send to me a postcard from anywhere © SCRAWNY MUSIC; Bu döküman AkorMerkezi.com'da yayınlanmıştır. http://www.akormerkezi.com