'Give The Anarchist A Cigarette' Songtext
Follow the trail of fall footsteps
And find your spot on top of the fence.
It's your best self defense.
Just find a rhyme and drop your pen in a drink.
And carry on without so much as a wink.
Oh, but what will the neighbors think?
But there is still something happening here.
That won't further your career
Pontificator of the year.
He said, âTake me out to the end of town
and drop me off at the lost and found.
And tell everyone just keep waving to the crowd.â
Up every night until midnight hour
Staring out at the pale watchtower
She said she still look deadbeat tired.
She keeps her hands tight on his chest
In case his heart jumps out. What a mess.
Don't want to ruin those Sunday's best tonight.
He said, âTake me out to the end of town
and drop me off at the lost and found.
And tell everyone just keep waving to the crowd.â
He says out loud, âTake me out to the end of town
and drop me off at the lost and found.
And tell everyone just keep waving to the crowd.â
And find your spot on top of the fence.
It's your best self defense.
Just find a rhyme and drop your pen in a drink.
And carry on without so much as a wink.
Oh, but what will the neighbors think?
But there is still something happening here.
That won't further your career
Pontificator of the year.
He said, âTake me out to the end of town
and drop me off at the lost and found.
And tell everyone just keep waving to the crowd.â
Up every night until midnight hour
Staring out at the pale watchtower
She said she still look deadbeat tired.
She keeps her hands tight on his chest
In case his heart jumps out. What a mess.
Don't want to ruin those Sunday's best tonight.
He said, âTake me out to the end of town
and drop me off at the lost and found.
And tell everyone just keep waving to the crowd.â
He says out loud, âTake me out to the end of town
and drop me off at the lost and found.
And tell everyone just keep waving to the crowd.â