I rode from TJ up to Berkeley And it started out so gray Till I lost that cool protection When the sun burned it all away While the winter's light shined down On those revivals from my day I had dreams of your insurrection Taken down by Monterey I don't care for the season I don't find it that fun And I've got 21 reasons I've got 21 reasons And there go 22 singers on the run First I saw the digits crawling Slowly up the rocky coast Just some separated fingers Looking for their finger post From the water jumped a bloody hand Needing desperately a host When I saw the bald bell ringers Well, I knew then that you were toast I don't care for the season I don't find it that fun And I've got 21 reasons I've got 21 reasons And there go 22 singers on the run Then went up the baby Babels Where the iron bells were hung They couldn't get them any higher And those iron bells were rung With the singers, now all gathered They collected every tongue And so now it was required For every soul to turn the dung I don't care for the season I don't find it that fun And I've got 21 reasons I've got 21 reasons And there go 22 singers on the run Well, you sure can hear a rumble On the Royal Road today And those grand halls of correction Well, I think that they're here to stay From the time that you are born The certain bells you must obey Best you plan for the Resurrection Best you lower your head and pray I don't care for the season I don't find it that fun And I've got 21 reasons I've got 21 reasons And there go 22 singers on the run 21 reasons, 21 reasons 22 singers on the run © SPIME SONGS; Bu döküman AkorMerkezi.com'da yayınlanmıştır. http://www.akormerkezi.com