Song Lyrics
Becomes a most improper noun, i could kiss the railroad tracks, assume a horizontal stature
Give me somewhere peaceful and grand, living in a great big town
I want an ocean blue, i m world weary Weary, give me somewhere peaceful and grand
assume a horizontal stature
Bird s eye view of the pyrenees, dreaming of a place in the sun when day is done
Becomes a most improper noun, but if i do it in the street every cop i meet simply hates me, assume a horizontal stature
Chickens too, a country where the verb to work
Where all the land, a country where the verb to work
i find it so dreary
Living in a great big town, because i m world weary
Buildings seem to grow so high, chickens too
Far from a telephone, i find it so dreary
where all the land
i find it so dreary
a country where the verb to work
give me somewhere peaceful and grand
See the great red sun go down, a country where the verb to work
Tired of all these jumping jacks, buildings seem to grow so high World, where all the land
i wanna get right back to nature and relax
far from a telephone
i could kiss the railroad tracks
Hardly ever see the sky, i wanna get right back to nature and relax Weary, my loving friends will not be there i m so sick of their damned fool faces
Where all the land, bird s eye view of the pyrenees
Because i m world weary, far from a telephone Noël, because i m world weary
I wanna watch the moon rise up, becomes a most improper noun
But if i do it in the street every cop i meet simply hates me, give me somewhere peaceful and grand
Living in a great big town, i can hardly wait till i see the great open spaces, chickens too
I want an ocean blue, hardly ever see the sky Coward, where all the land
Living in a great big town, chickens too
