Tekst:
Cursive Happy Hollow

Jeanie's been throwing up all morning, The poor girl has been so heartsick ever since her boyfriend went to war. Father Cole has done his best to console

Before we ever saw straight, we were grasping at straws A debate was born, picket lines were drawn There was this big bang once, now we're learning to

You said we'd leave next year Each year for thirteen years Each year, it gets harder to hear It's getting harder now just to stay in love And now our

Twelfth hymn, a leacherous Shepard Thirteenth hymn, hiding in confession Fourteenth hymn, an afterword (???), cheers of disenchantment Green grass of envy and malice On sour days, living in Happy Hollow

I can't say I've always been honest You can't say i've done a disservice, girl. She's just a child... She's got a lot to learn. I'm helping out Your

They checked the shrine and the temple but he wasn't there. They checked the mosque and the chapel; nope, not there. Since you've been away on holiday

If you got the looks and if you got the goods, I suppose you could make it anywhere. You wanna get made and you wanna get made. My model agent says '