A Soulful Punk Tune About A Working Class Dreamer Lyrics & Chords By The Holy Mess

I could've been the king of other flowers.
Your rattlesnakes would be charmed
and smiling hard,
but we waited for too long.
I could've been your golden boy in neckties,
and your mother would be so pleased.
I could've drove you home
but we waited for too long.
We had a dream last night,
church bells were ringing.
(Texarkana's falling down!)
It was a long walk home
but I kept that feeling.
Now we're deafened by the sound I don't wanna hear another word of it,
I don't wanna think about it anymore.
Take those pills, don't call me in the morning.
You could've been my lap dog sitting pretty,
answering every single call.
It could've bombed,
but we waited for too long.