| Lyrics: | I can't see myself at thirty I don't buy a lacquered thirty
Caught like flies preserved
for tomorrow's jewelery again
Lighted in the amber yard a green shellback green shellback
Preserved for tomorrow's eyes in tree beer tar black brer sap
The biggest wagon is
the empty wagon is the noisiest
The consul a horse Jefferson I think we're lost
Who will tend the farm museums? Who will dust today's belongings?
Who will sweep the
floors, hedging near the givens?
Rally round your leaders it's the mediator season
Diane is on the beach, do you realize the life she's led?
The biggest wagon is the empty
wagon is the noisiest,
The consul a horse, oh man I think we're lost
The biggest
wagon is the empty wagon is the noisiest,
A matter of course, Jefferson, Jeffer
Lighted in the amber yard, a green shellback, green shellback
Sky-lied, sty-tied,
Nero pie-tied, in tree tar-black brer sap,
Reason has harnessed the tame, a lodging, not
stockader's game
Another Greenville, another Magic Mart, Jeffer, grab your fiddle,
The biggest wagon is the empty wagon is the noisiest,
The consul a horse, Jefferson I think
we're lost
The biggest wagon is the empty wagon is the noisiest,
The consul a horse,
Jefferson I think we're lost |
