Oh, oh, oh brother totem pole
I saw your legends lined
Green world, love the chloroform
Front porch in the thunderstorm
Controlled ch
Saw an eagle on a pole
I think it was an
A peacock, people left the plumes in a pile
They look
I don’t wanna die in the hospital
No, I don’t wanna
A short delay, the pair of blues
Little voices mimic you
It's
Milk thistle, milk thistle
Let me down slow
Help me go slow
I've
I used up your compassion
So I've come to make a
Gone, gone from New York City
Where you gonna go with
Hair blowing in the hot wind,
Time hanging from a clothespin
There's
The barrio starts two streets over
Miguel, he’s a friend of