Surface pain and the rust broke down    And the galvanized steals around   Chamomile and the treasury bank note fallacies   Oh what can you say?      Broke a back on a the downsize patio    Lanterns all hung in array   Said it once and I'll say it at the alter,   The hymn lines are all gonna change      What would you say to me?   What would you say to me lord, if we both me face to face?      Dog days and the summers at the airport   Managers are gone for the day   Bad times hit the factory knock-offs   Sadness, a balloon that you break   Balance beams cast the runway child    Packed his bags cause he's going to late   Mutant strains hear the message on the cork   Bored to tears with the lines on his face      Rusty on outside   Shabby on the inside   Angels keep a lighting my way      Burned bridges as a boy scout   Cookie crumb dressing up the burns on your leg   Bad timing belled the chorus to the angel food    Cake melt away on your plate   Santa's coming you can hear him in the chimney sweep    Barbecue a nice chunk of steak   God and Jesus and the alley way saints    Don't give a damn about mistakes that you made