Lyrics of The finest joke is upon us

Guided By Voices

pochette album The finest joke is upon us
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Release date : 26/03/1996

Duration : 0:03:1

Style : Alternative



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Mother, feeling your hand i
Believe you and i did then
And mother, release every bad seed
The geese are leaving the trees

Exposed to winter's cold
They waited too long
But we too exaggerated
And i take the cake away
It's a long song
And i can play it so
Give me a pick now collector of bones

Words of smoke
Distorted, never broken
Paradise is open but i choke
One of these days when i see through the smoke
That'll be the day i get the joke

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