Buster Keaton

Tell me, are your legs still numb
Even now that you're not breathing
Say that I may grieve for you
Body sluggish, whole house seizing

Tell me how I slept through
Tell me, are we even living?
I slept off an idle youth
You were cruel but loved us dearly

Old man winter so old-fashioned
I've mourned you for years already
Mama's in the kitchen watching Buster Keaton
When she laughs it lands so heavy

Isn't it so funny
So funny it hurts now
Please don't let us break
Just let us break a glass on the ground

Isn't it so funny
So funny it hurts now
Please don't let us break
Lord, let us break a glass on the ground

On the ground
On the ground
On the ground
On the ground
On the ground
On the ground



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Writer(s): Floor Fruits
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