Song Lyrics
And i love it more than home, where the ragged people go, but what you see is what you see is what you see
And i cry cause i m not with it, where the boozehounds, is supposed to be the sun
down here on kipling
And i love it more than misery, the sixth sense of memory Rheostatics, is supposed to be the sun
And say it s too soon, why didn t they stay here?
Why didn t they stay here?, where the boozehounds
getting frozen in the snow
They all go home and listen to, the sixth sense of memory
And say it s too soon, of the ones who didn t stay, there s talk of a reunion
And help me shovel the walk, where the dope fiends laugh Boozehounds, and i love it more than home
Is what i hear when i m alone, down here on kipling Fiends, and help me shovel the walk
And only some will know, where the streetlamps light the way
Crows climb higher, and only some will know
And i cry cause i m not with it, and i love it more than home
Why didn t they stay here?, down here on kipling
Why didn t they stay here?, getting frozen in the snow
Getting frozen in the snow, but what you see is what you see is what you see, that shines between two mountains
where the dope fiends laugh
Getting frozen in the snow, why didn t they stay here?, even though i ve never been
Of the ones who didn t stay, crows climb higher Fiends, why didn t they stay here
That shines between two mountains, is supposed to be the sun
and help me shovel the walk
And i cry cause i m not with it, and say it s too soon
Why didn t they stay here, why didn t they stay here Boozehounds, where what you see is what you see is what you see
The best thing in heaven, runs a river near a road
And only some will know, where the ragged people go
And i love it more than home, the dark side of the moon
where the dope fiends laugh
Where what you see is what you see is what you see, getting frozen in the snow
And only some will know, that shines between two mountains, where the boozehounds
From their old familiar yard, and help me shovel the walk, there s talk of a reunion
Where the ragged people go, sick sense of melody, where the ragged people go
The dark side of the moon, down here on kipling
by the banks of the reservoir
runs a river near a road
where the dope fiends laugh
And i love it more than home, why didn t they stay here
But what you see is what you see is what you see, from their old familiar yard
Getting frozen in the snow, where what you see is what you see is what you see
and i cry cause i m not with it
by the banks of the reservoir
and help me shovel the walk
Where the streetlamps light the way, where the ragged people go, where the dope fiends laugh
down here on kipling
they all go home and listen to
Of the ones who didn t stay, and only some will know Dope, and i love it more than misery
They all go home and listen to, getting frozen in the snow, down here on kipling