All Dogs Go to Heaven
Jesus Montero breathed out loudly and smoking watched an audi through fire escape
It was lightly raining all the trains shuttled out Concourse all the dogs seemed to call her name
If all dogs go to heaven
And all dames ache for Daniel Day
Fuck with me darlin' and I'll make you pay
The city is a woman of brown brick beds of clay
Outside of the bars the lakers are on in the alleyway
But it shines from a time when the waitresses were fine and their great big bosoms bulged through their "Hi, I'm Jaimie" signs and Jesus's eyes glides across the storefronts as he longs for a city's past that drips into the present like honey froma heated glass and
All dogs go to heaven
All songs end in quiet refrains
Smart moms buy generic say it tastes the same
Do-do-do-do-do-do
Train is coming train is chugging, Jesus running Jesus coming, metrocard expired don't care, through the turnstiles up the stairs, see the train lights in slow motion creamy white as if a lotion dripped upon the body lying on the rails, Jesus he pails
All dogs go to heaven, amps up 11, all cabs go to Bedford and N 11
All dogs to heaven, grandmas go to reverends, all punks hang outside of 7-11
It was lightly raining all the trains shuttled out Concourse all the dogs seemed to call her name
If all dogs go to heaven
And all dames ache for Daniel Day
Fuck with me darlin' and I'll make you pay
The city is a woman of brown brick beds of clay
Outside of the bars the lakers are on in the alleyway
But it shines from a time when the waitresses were fine and their great big bosoms bulged through their "Hi, I'm Jaimie" signs and Jesus's eyes glides across the storefronts as he longs for a city's past that drips into the present like honey froma heated glass and
All dogs go to heaven
All songs end in quiet refrains
Smart moms buy generic say it tastes the same
Do-do-do-do-do-do
Train is coming train is chugging, Jesus running Jesus coming, metrocard expired don't care, through the turnstiles up the stairs, see the train lights in slow motion creamy white as if a lotion dripped upon the body lying on the rails, Jesus he pails
All dogs go to heaven, amps up 11, all cabs go to Bedford and N 11
All dogs to heaven, grandmas go to reverends, all punks hang outside of 7-11
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Writer(s): 0, Daniel Bateman
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