Tekst:
Five For Fighting Message For Albert

Big Daddy's in the back seat taking to the Mammas I'm bigger than a fruitcake A farmer for a daughter..HEY Smaller than your honor God don't the

Okay I gotta think for fish with no eyes Who swim deep in the sea with nothing to see Okay I've gotta think for mountains of sand Left all to their own

I've cut off the curls, I shaved half my face Became half the man, you asked to replace I'm willing to save you, you said you're worth saving But half

I sing above my vision, I sing above my face A fat old amphibian speaker for the dead Now gather round ye animals, gather round this lake And take upon

had I had known that it might have been me I might have returned a letter or three Or gave you a call from the sanctuary For the cracks in these walls tell time for

: Bella played the bridge every second loneliest night of the year Took a certain liking to a fellow there - Bella She said I brought her back to some

Daddy's in the back seat taking to the Mammas God don't the world smell good today I'm bigger than a fruitcake Smaller than your honor A farmer for a

: I got a thing for fish with no eyes Who swim deep in the sea With nothing to see I've got a thing for mountians of sand Left all to their own To quietly

: Put away your tears and your sleepy eyes Put away that bullshit, Big boys they don't cry to their mama's :She'll be back soon Put away your raincoat