When three become one And one becomes enough I'm blowing up Taking off Coming down I'm not enough It never starts It never stops A bell rings A piano
Dead leaves and the dirty ground when I know you're not around shiny tops and soda pops when I hear your lips make a sound when I hear your lips make
I left my house without my coat Something my nurse would not have allowed And I took the small roads out of town And I passed a cow and the cow was brown And
across a lonely floor And a voice is softly saying darling this will be goodbye forever more There goes my reason for living there goes the one of my
only one choice, one voice That speaks to the heart of the broken man There's only one way to change The rules that you played by Yesterday Lord, you're promises are good And
Memories beckon me Back to where I once became You You We Are One (repeat) Produced and programmed by David Rosenthal Words and Music - Jane Lead and backing vox-Jane,Dave Rosenthal Piano and
sit on a woodpecker's knee ABC, 123 fiddle-dum-dee-deee Come on and sing-along with me The Count: (Oh, I have one!) 85 bats hanging in the steeple One
piano in the bathroom!? Oh Bert! I heard you singing in the tubby there Yeh? and so I thought I would just come and sing along I don't WANT you to
'm Mike D and I get respect Your cash and your jewelry is what I expect MCA was with it and he's my ace So I grabbed the piano player and I punched him
for a voice /but there's nothin' at all Man oh Man I gotta kick the blues and pay respect where respect is due all praises to GOD the one I return
, they need each other to be complete and you're that one thing that do it for me(do it for me) do it for me(do it for me) whoa whoa one, one, one, one
this is not the 'un man..'] Ich versteh kein wort (I don't understand a word) Ich bin do in dem klavier (I am in this piano and ) Drinne und's klingt
the preacher barely hear the olders pray Then one night I heard the still small voice say Move up a little closer don't hide in shadows Come now and
Some shit I don't take it, not even in a toliet And shit from a sucker, put in a pot and I'll boil it Turn up the pilot as it burns And maybe, the motherfuckers
Dead Leaves and the dirty ground when I know You're not around shiny tops and soda pops when I hear your lips make a sound when I hear your lips make
, and Perfect You play me like a piano or a pastime. I could be your Voice of reason. You can be Impossible. I'm hanging like a spider in Suspended