daytime nighttime
manic blues and hues of beautiful women ...
cryptic sun under the gun of crows ...
then cardinals sit in my bushes ...
they call on me to move ...
the squirrel likes them, too ... my bushes ...
we're all in this crew ...
we all chew fat ...
we all lack something ...
time goes on without fun ...
under the gun ...
cryptic sun under the gun of crows ...
then cardinals sit in my bushes ...
they call on me to move ...
the squirrel likes them, too ... my bushes ...
we're all in this crew ...
we all chew fat ...
we all lack something ...
time goes on without fun ...
under the gun ...