You told them all you'd do it And sure enough you've done it But was your reasoning Just to prove them wrong Your words are thick black smoke But to
What the hell is up with that, When you can't buy your own laundry basket Why was I the victim? You stole my wicker tool I came inside to check on my
Trusting in time When they grew to age Every time they'd pushed his vice back They'd push him to rage Why would they watch it all fall down Why would
In the third grade It was decisions that I made A choice of admiration turned disdain A friendship betrayed By the whispers of a boy who had Turned all
Rope burns hot against my skin My grip is tight, but giving in My patience wearing like the wick Strange for a stubborn man who's skull is inches thick
Don't step the days of your life on a treadmill Walk each day but cover no new ground There's something more ahead Exercise the freedom to explore just
Come on over here boy, have a cigar, you're gonna go far You're gonna fly high, you're never gonna die You're gonna make it if you try they're gonna love
Frank zappa (guitar, harpsichord) Ian underwood (piano) Max bennet (bass) John guerin (drums) (instrumental)
reason is gone this brain is out of practice thinking is alien it's alien to me the day is through the lights are off and i'm alone again electrons comfort
'' A small cigar, has changed his world, my friend A small cigar, has changed the world again A small cigar, a small cigar, a small cigar, a small cigar
Somebody told me I should get a normal job If I don't quit the band I have I'll end up as a slob But I'm not listening to no one Especially not the people
I gotta learn how to lose and to choose my own wars I gotta understand it's not me against the world no more When you are sure as hell then I don't know
shut you out We'll put you in doubt If you think that you're special We'll tell you who you are We'll tell you that you're close But no cigar But I
A classic phrase, he's trying to find out A gnarly face, whatever there's to doubt I'm not immune, words come out but not in tune for you I'm not immune
Come in here, dear boy, have a cigar. You're gonna go far, You're gonna fly high, You're never gonna die, You're gonna make it if you try; They'
I ve been pounding The same beat So long my feet Engraved the street. Have a cigar! Have a cigar! A nice cigar - A thick cigar. Said I know of what
I will meet you on the stairs,meet you just below the steeple you can bring all of the people whom you think you can change. We'll take the elevator down
close! (Close!) So close! But no cigar!" Missed it by that much! (No cigar!) Ah, yeah! Ah, right! (No cigar!) Really, really, really close! (No cigar!) But no cigar