walked all the way to Italy. Repeat Chorus He thought he'd take a trip to old Japan. They brought out the whole brass band. He played every instrument
rusted chains of prison moons Are shattered by the sun. I walk a road, horizons change The tournaments begun. The purple piper plays his tune, The choir
rusted chains of prison moons Are shattered by the sun I walk a road, horizons change The tournament's begun The purple piper plays his tune The choir
chains of prison moons Are shattered by the sun. I walk a road, horizons change The tournament's begun. The purple piper plays his tune, The choir softly
body preserved inside this grin Sewn in the lips were her last words I'll be damned, I can still hear her laughing Your angels have tangled their brass
time, A sign. The weaver in the web that he made! A bishops rings a bell, A cloak of darkness fell across the ground Without a sound! The silent choir
. Started watchin' porno movies And engaging in phone sex with Cousin Belle. It's a better Christmas without Grandpa Last year in church, he mooned the choir
gilt Stained the green Never-ending wilt Covered the scene Fanciful shades Gathered on the glades Wheezy summertime slowly fades Mummified grass Cloaked the lanes Faint ruddy brass
know feeling choppy/disconnected/like a bad strobe like a song that's never finished i need a last note/but it never comes and the choir sings/halle
spelling out 'Rest In Peace' Oh, take me when I'm gone to Forest Lawn Oh, lay me down in Forest Lawn They understand there They have a heavenly choir
my feet Tell us of vast golden fields and heavenly wonders that go beyond what I can see Tell us of triumphant music, the brass sounding trumpets, tell of the welcoming choir
rusted chains of prison moons Are shattered by the sun I walk a road horizons change The tournament's begun The purple piper plays his tune The choir
ont su me fair' comprendre Qu'a l'homme de la ru' j'avais des compt's a rendre Et que, sous peine de choir dans un oubli complet, J' devais mettre au
of prison moons Are shattered by the sun. I walk a road, horizons change The tournament's begun. The purple piper plays his tune, The choir softly sing
que tu fais, Toufy ? C'est pas si moche, la vie ; Sauf quand on l'sida, Et le cancer des doigts Prends-moi dans tes p'tits bras, Tant pis si t'en n'
