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Feed The Monkey, Drown The Worm -or- Goin' Home Lyrics Artist(Band):The Falcon
I'm thirsty, oh lord, i'm so thirsty Pour 'em and lay me on down I'm thirsty, oh lord, i'm so thirsty Pour 'em and lay me on down. There's nothing but windmills and smokestacks As far as these two eyes can see My world is crammed into this backpack Sleep don't come easy to me. Man, I gotta get back to the city And get back to poundin' that beat This long list of failures ain't pretty The smell of these trees ain't that sweet. Fuck all that's happened before this I'll do all my looking ahead I'll do all my living and drinking And sleep if off after i'm dead. These are the last days of disco, the final farewell The fiddle is playing, that's the fire you smell. Goodbye, goodbye....... I'm going home. If you find some error in Feed The Monkey, Drown The Worm -or- Goin' Home Lyrics, would you please submit your corrections to me? Thank You. Review the song Feed The Monkey, Drown The Worm -or- Goin' Home The area is only for review, if you want to submit the lyrics or the corrections of the lyrics, please click the link at the end of the lyrics.  Download "The Falcon" Music | | ||||||||||||
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