Tuesday Songtext
About Tuesday I don't know
An indication from the radio
Writing on brown paper, in maceration
Sitting up, cause I can't lie down
And the tears are coming down, (down now)
My hand is on my throat and holding up my spine
You can go, if wanted to
But you wouldn't know; if you would forget
The tail between you legs, and a messed up head
Tuesday in September now
We are getting along, somewhere, somehow
Writing on brown paper, in maceration
Sitting up, cause I can't lie down
And the tears are coming down, (down now)
My hand is on my throat and holding up my spine
You can go, if wanted to
But you wouldn't know; if you would forget
The tail between you legs, and a messed up head
La, la, la, ... ...
You will forget, the tail between you legs, and a messed up head
[x2]
An indication from the radio
Writing on brown paper, in maceration
Sitting up, cause I can't lie down
And the tears are coming down, (down now)
My hand is on my throat and holding up my spine
You can go, if wanted to
But you wouldn't know; if you would forget
The tail between you legs, and a messed up head
Tuesday in September now
We are getting along, somewhere, somehow
Writing on brown paper, in maceration
Sitting up, cause I can't lie down
And the tears are coming down, (down now)
My hand is on my throat and holding up my spine
You can go, if wanted to
But you wouldn't know; if you would forget
The tail between you legs, and a messed up head
La, la, la, ... ...
You will forget, the tail between you legs, and a messed up head
[x2]
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