Song | Some Kind Of Fun |
Artist | Ass Ponys |
Album | The Okra Years |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
The quiet one, the one named | |
Steven Listens to the voice of reason | |
They miss him at the kitchen | |
Where he’s given daily bread | |
Another one, the one named | |
Harry Vegetable or visionary | |
Said he had a dream with | |
Steven Flying overhead | |
He watched him until he lost him in the sun | |
He must be having some kind of fun | |
A thousand miles, a world away | |
A woman starts another day | |
She drinks her mud and draws a tub | |
And waits for it to fill | |
A box arrives with nothing in it | |
Setting off her head a spin | |
It goes round and round and round | |
Until it all begins to spill | |
Before she knows another day is done | |
She must be having some kind of fun | |
And she says, “ | |
Don’t pray for me.” |
The quiet one, the one named | |
Steven Listens to the voice of reason | |
They miss him at the kitchen | |
Where he' s given daily bread | |
Another one, the one named | |
Harry Vegetable or visionary | |
Said he had a dream with | |
Steven Flying overhead | |
He watched him until he lost him in the sun | |
He must be having some kind of fun | |
A thousand miles, a world away | |
A woman starts another day | |
She drinks her mud and draws a tub | |
And waits for it to fill | |
A box arrives with nothing in it | |
Setting off her head a spin | |
It goes round and round and round | |
Until it all begins to spill | |
Before she knows another day is done | |
She must be having some kind of fun | |
And she says, " | |
Don' t pray for me." |
The quiet one, the one named | |
Steven Listens to the voice of reason | |
They miss him at the kitchen | |
Where he' s given daily bread | |
Another one, the one named | |
Harry Vegetable or visionary | |
Said he had a dream with | |
Steven Flying overhead | |
He watched him until he lost him in the sun | |
He must be having some kind of fun | |
A thousand miles, a world away | |
A woman starts another day | |
She drinks her mud and draws a tub | |
And waits for it to fill | |
A box arrives with nothing in it | |
Setting off her head a spin | |
It goes round and round and round | |
Until it all begins to spill | |
Before she knows another day is done | |
She must be having some kind of fun | |
And she says, " | |
Don' t pray for me." |