Words and music by Roddy Frame
I recall the biggest beach,
Throwing stones, almost alone except for,
Something just outside of reach,
And I`d swear I wouldn`t say and then I`d,
Paint me up into a scene,
And throw me like a party which had,
Come and stayed and left and been,
And had still refused to end.
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And if your head is happy, and your heart`s insane,
I`ll take you there,
When you throw your thunder and you snap my reins,
I`ll make you care.
Since I`m scattered and deranged,
I shall seek your holy lunacy, and,
Laugh will joy and laugh with pain,
So don`t say I didn`t say,
Or I`ll remember a Texan man,
When he spoke in major sevenths and I`d,
I`d get my gun and blow his tan,
And banish him from heaven.
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My mind has torn it`s tack to you,
My feet can`t wait to go,
That`s why I`m coming back to you,
You know I`m coming, you know I`m coming,
You`ll feel my coming like a gun from below.
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