Paroles de Grace

Grant Lee Buffalo

pochette album Grace
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Date de parution : 02/07/1999

Durée : 0:06:15

Style : Rock



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If i was the lone ranger
Hiding behind a mask
Wouldn't be any danger
To the questions, i ask
What ya say, pocahontas

Trade in your feathers and beads
For an electric blanket
And a packet of cigs
You bet, that's what she said

If i had me a needle
For every bubble that popped
Bind them all up like one
You would hear that pin drop
Like a gun shot, like a shot

And if i was a world leader
Would not mislead the world
I would not miss anything
Miss america knows
That it's only a pageant

That it's only a show
Isn't even film in the camera
These aren't even my clothes
No, no, no, no, miss america knows

You remember houdini
Who not a shackle could hold
Carved a trap door into heaven
To escape growin' old
Guess he just couldn't hack it

Bundled up for the cold
Double-breasted straight jacket
French handcuffs of gold
No, no, no, no, he escaped growin' old
The growing old, oh oh oh

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