comme un guetteur mélancolique || paris pm
Now don't be a cry baby
When there's wood in the shed
There's a bird in the chimney
And a stone in my bed
Blow the roof off the goat barn
Let it roll down the hill
The piano is firewood
Times square is a dream
Crest fallen sidekick in an old cafe
Never slept with a dream before he had to go away
Beware of my temper
And the dog that I've found
Call the cops on the Breedloves
Bring a bible and a rope
And a whole box of rebel
And a bar of soap
