B.s. Johnson Lyrics & Chords By Pernice Brothers

Write a book of debt everyone must pay
exact revenge in a grotesque way
build a taj mahal on vacation time
the kid will frag the sap before the ink is dry
its as good as any joke I know
Write a book of leaves shuffled by the wind
two unbound lives orderless and grim
setup to ensure failing miserably
to sublimate a world into poetry
but make sure your last intentions known
you were dead by 42
there'll be no rigid form for you
jammed into a plot that you'd never fit
a tiny manuscript with a whole cut in it
as you drifted off to sleep
my mother set bedtime for me
terry cloth robe with a hand me down fit
playing in the bath with a warship in it
you were gone by 42
there'll be no rigid form for you
jammed into a plot where you never would fit
a tiny manuscript with a whole cut in it
as you drifted off to sleep
my mother set bedtime for me
terry cloth robe with a hand me down fit
playing in the bath with a warship in it