|
![](/images/mp3s/7/resources/859/files/85913.jpg) |
|
|
|
Standard trip
Thin propane
Christ, I slipped
My tongue got sprained
Tangled in a lame excuse
The pain's acute
The brain, obtuse |
CD: Music for Chameleons
Label: Cyberama
Credits: Music and Lyrics by Bo Smith |
|
![](/images/mp3s/images/ui/sq/333333.gif) |
|
![](/images/mp3s/7/resources/859/files/85948.jpg) |
|
|
|
It's Simple
The child with nothing to eat
The cop with reason to beat
Or so it seems
It's so Simple to take things to extremes |
CD: Music for Chameleons
Label: Cyberama
Credits: Music & Lyrics:Bo Smith |
|
![](/images/mp3s/images/ui/sq/333333.gif) |
|
![](/images/mp3s/7/resources/859/files/85970.jpg) |
|
|
|
Never thought you hung the moon
Even though I hung on every word you said...
I wasn't trying to raise the dead
But if I did
You were quick to lay those awkward dreams to rest
With an arrow in my chest |
CD: Music for Chameleons
Label: Cyberama
Credits: Music and Lyrics by Bo Smith |
|