A Fine Day for a Parade — текст песни (Fountains Of Wayne)

Mrs. carver says shes sorry

She knows enough not to worry

But what does she know about crime?

Believes the town is sinking

The price of forward thinking

You stay up all night half the time



Racking your mind

Alone in the night

While all your neighbors sleep tight



Years ago she lost her daughter

Off to a sacred order

Where they got stoned and worked the earth

Clears up her head with bourbon

Cause beer is so suburban

And declasse for what its worth



She drinks it down down down

For all the old old days

Shes thinking of it now

Its nice to get away

But what a fine day for a parade



She stays up mending curtains

Until her fingers hurt, and

You can get so bored of it all

No one can say for certain

Shell never safely know when

An asteroid will kill us all



She drinks it down down down

For all the old old days

Shes thinking of it now

Its nice to get away

But what a fine day for a parade