Like Like the the the Death
Like like the the the death
Air crickets, air crickets, air crickets, air crickets, air
Mother and child with magazine
Into a story, into a dream
Why is there something instead of nothing?
And how is the asking built into the hunting?
Do you believe in MGM endings?
Everybody's coming back to Christmas for Texas
Folks who've watched their mother kill an animal know
That their home is surrounded by places to go
And the west has made a deal with the sun
My life at home every day
Drinking Coke in a kitchen with a dog who doesn't know his name
Alright, could've been anyone
Grass rabbits, grass rabbits, grass rabbits, grass rabbits, grass
Nobody cares about a dead hooker
Looking like one, standing for many
Life finds a limit at the edge of our bodies
A stranger begins wherever I see her
Let's live where the indoors and outdoors meet
All the kids in the commonwealth are free
Every morning you forgive me, every evening you relive me
And the thing itself is what you give me
And the morning has cut a deal with the east
Like like the the the death
Air crickets, air crickets, air crickets, air crickets, air
Air crickets, air crickets, air crickets, air crickets, air
Mother and child with magazine
Into a story, into a dream
Why is there something instead of nothing?
And how is the asking built into the hunting?
Do you believe in MGM endings?
Everybody's coming back to Christmas for Texas
Folks who've watched their mother kill an animal know
That their home is surrounded by places to go
And the west has made a deal with the sun
My life at home every day
Drinking Coke in a kitchen with a dog who doesn't know his name
Alright, could've been anyone
Grass rabbits, grass rabbits, grass rabbits, grass rabbits, grass
Nobody cares about a dead hooker
Looking like one, standing for many
Life finds a limit at the edge of our bodies
A stranger begins wherever I see her
Let's live where the indoors and outdoors meet
All the kids in the commonwealth are free
Every morning you forgive me, every evening you relive me
And the thing itself is what you give me
And the morning has cut a deal with the east
Like like the the the death
Air crickets, air crickets, air crickets, air crickets, air
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Writer(s): David Craig Berman
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