

Sleep, childGo to bed, child The day is done Present is the moon Absent is the sun. As the clock draws to twelve The birds replaced by bats The neighbourhood echoes of howling dogs And caterwauling cats.Sleep, child
Have some rest, child That's enough play. Slowly comes the night And there goes the day. Your toys will still be here Some goes for the tv The monsters will not eat you up They're too scared of me.
Ah, sweet dreams, child Of the absurd Like flying giraffes Or even crawling birds Magic spells, dancing chairs Or


If Dogs were One of UsIf dogs had our names, what would they be, And would bitches powder their face? If they could really play poker with all their buddies? Would their Olympics be about stick fetchin'?If Dogs were One of Us
CHORUS And yeah, yeah, dogs can shake Yeah, yeah, dogs would cook Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah yeah What if dogs were one of us One called Bob like one of us Worked in a manger, or drove a bus Trying to keep a decent home
If dogs owned a place, what would it look like, And where would they go to pee? Would it be a giant hydrant or a tree? Or would they just use a toil


If You were a BookForster mentioned that knowing things Is to help a person get on If that's the case I'd sit in the library Reading from dusk till dawn. I would read every good book, Cover to cover, through and through. Though it would stretch my knowledge further I wouldn't be any closer to knowing youIf You were a Book
CHORUS Ignorance can't be a bliss, and if it is a mortal sin I choose you over what Webster's got And ask for Hell to take me in. A lay man who meets you would not even pause to hover But that is why the old men say: Don't judge a book by its cover
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They just wanna fuck you into being one of them.
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Kyle took a bullet for you.
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~.~.~.~.~.~.
In search of El Dorado, or in French, D'Orville.
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Fuck.
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Fuck.
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