歌词
Out on the lawn
You could see something was wrong
Habit is such
That it lumbers along
The neighbors all talk
They're shaking up the walk
Enter the fear
Never ever would have
Dreamed of being caught
Finer today
Is the sun on your unbitten leg
How can we get down
When everybody's lying
On the ground
Bullets under beds
Where are the pistols
They cannot be found
So oh...alone
With them around
Out in the sun
Where the light shades us from harm
Waiting for luck
For the river to dry up
Darker you say
Is the night that
They'll take us away
Now we can get down
Cause everybody's living underground
Buried in their beds
Where are the pistols planted
In the mounds
So oh...alone now that
They're not around
Oh ...we're oh so lonely now
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