Bring me a piece of the top of the world!
You've
Good news is a-comin'
Good news is a-gone
Good news, ya got
Give to the world a bit of hominy, hominy
Hominy, hominy
Stones throw from heaven
Hope they let me in! you know
I
One summer winter
I fell down among the splinters
of a rose
There are strangers on the trail
They are not our own
Come
Trees lay by, I'm going away
The last holy holyday
Trees lay
(with The Supposed)
If you were humble,
Would you say you're bound
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