Tuesday morning spinning despot bloated
Got my morning Bev to get me going now
Before starting a row
She starts her smile with the sunrise
One with the wind and Eastern Sierra pines
As she stretches the spine
Whatever lies ahead we ready the bed
Whatever lies ahead we ready the bed
Singing crow from the teardrops howling
Mothers empty like a barrel lives be stolen from towns
And shipped all around
You walk through life a slow gripe polling
Struggle with the choice of lunch meat roasted or melt
It's about how you've felt
Whatever lies ahead you've readied the bed
Whatever lies ahead your not the only one who's bled
Whatever lies ahead we've readied the bed
Hey
You walk through life a slow gripe polling
Struggle with the choice of lunch meat roasted or melt
It's about how you've felt
Whatever lies ahead you've readied the bed
Whatever lies ahead your not the only one who's bled
Whatever lies ahead we've readied the bed