The Great American Smokeout letra

Humming to himself as he,
Is thinking of his latest debts,
Juggling some numbered thoughts,
Wondering what might come next,
And swears he won't,
Ever stop,
Unless he wants what
She surely does not,

Oh, Jim, John, Jackie, and Susie Q,
They mind their manners but so do you,
Oh we breathe all of these words that make no sense,

Humming to himself as he,
Is thinking of his latest debts,
Juggling some numbered thoughts,
Wondering what might come next,
And swears he's right,
Though he's convinced himself it is,

Working in an upscale place,
She's thinking of her son's demise,
On his epitaph a doctor's bill,
She puts off for another time,
And swears she won't,
Ever stop,
Unless she wants what
She surely does not,

Oh, Jim, John, Jackie, and Susie Q,
They mind their manners but so do you,
Oh we breathe all of these words that make no sense,

Not gonna see till my singing days are gone,
Not gonna hear until the fires have burned on,
Not gonna, no oh,
Not gonna, no oh,
Not gonna, no oh,
Till the singing days are gone.

The Snake The Cross The Crown - Letras

• A Brief Intermission
• A Gathering Of Shades
• An Honest Misappropriation Of Funds
• Behold The River
• Burning Old Stories
• Cakewalk
• Cotton Teeth
• Echolalia
• Electronic Dream Plant
• Empires
• Floating In & Out
• Gates Of Dis
• Gypsy Melodies
• Hey Jim
• Hot Anger, Soon Cold
• Letter
• Maps
• Moneymaker
• On The Threshold Of Eternitity
• Same As It Ever Was
• The Contortionist
• The Fields Of Ius
• The Great American Smokeout
• The Laughing Man
• The Sun Tells The Moon