Song | Cousin Chris |
Artist | The Fiery Furnaces |
Album | EP |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
Back the bus he cussed “ | |
Space suits! | |
Blackened boots! | |
Lad, little | |
Lad,” he sad, “ | |
I’ve a tip for you: | |
See, what about me: what about her? | |
What about me?” | |
For five dollars | |
I walked him to his | |
Mom’s And on the threshold he said straight and calm, “ | |
See what about me: what about her? | |
What about me?” | |
Can’t kiss cousin | |
Chris could knight, turn off the light, | |
With what why’s we wave. | |
What wish? | |
It came true. | |
See, what about me. | |
What about her? | |
What about me. | |
T’ord ta tippy top | |
Tommy tongue-tied talked, | |
Tricked Trish tra trance which church chit-chat. | |
Nana nots no know, so down the firehouse we go. | |
Fireman Frank friendly fed fee-free | |
Dank dusty doughnuts den da dribble drank. | |
Driven droopy drunken; in | |
Clinton lake we’ve sunk in. | |
So Tomy, look here what you did: | |
Barnacle Bill’s bound bonus bid. | |
My mommy must a made up my mind | |
Many months me for | |
Mandy Miller resigned. | |
Right raise rank rise rust; and how she ever fussed! | |
About that out-lout doubt-route scout; | |
Seems he liked someone better than her. | |
Oh! Tommy | |
Trish and | |
Frank You can talk me to the bank. | |
So I can bring a little extra today, | |
Prop prince prize proof prize-proof, pry pray. | |
When the word of your ward was the sword by your side | |
And you dug up the deed in the dump where he died, | |
You seemed beside yourself; you’re wandering all your wealth. ‘ | |
While the warp and the woof of your words were worked | |
By perpetually pushing spirits and beers, | |
Cause the coffin the cradle the curse | |
Were woven even worse. | |
Since the ‘sary sends signs out the fire to whom it may concern: | |
Cause the coffin is for me cause | |
I have nothing to do with it; | |
And the cradle is for me cause the old dragon attacked me in it; | |
And the purse is for me because | |
I don’t have money nor friends. |
Back the bus he cussed " | |
Space suits! | |
Blackened boots! | |
Lad, little | |
Lad," he sad, " | |
I' ve a tip for you: | |
See, what about me: what about her? | |
What about me?" | |
For five dollars | |
I walked him to his | |
Mom' s And on the threshold he said straight and calm, " | |
See what about me: what about her? | |
What about me?" | |
Can' t kiss cousin | |
Chris could knight, turn off the light, | |
With what why' s we wave. | |
What wish? | |
It came true. | |
See, what about me. | |
What about her? | |
What about me. | |
T' ord ta tippy top | |
Tommy tonguetied talked, | |
Tricked Trish tra trance which church chitchat. | |
Nana nots no know, so down the firehouse we go. | |
Fireman Frank friendly fed feefree | |
Dank dusty doughnuts den da dribble drank. | |
Driven droopy drunken in | |
Clinton lake we' ve sunk in. | |
So Tomy, look here what you did: | |
Barnacle Bill' s bound bonus bid. | |
My mommy must a made up my mind | |
Many months me for | |
Mandy Miller resigned. | |
Right raise rank rise rust and how she ever fussed! | |
About that outlout doubtroute scout | |
Seems he liked someone better than her. | |
Oh! Tommy | |
Trish and | |
Frank You can talk me to the bank. | |
So I can bring a little extra today, | |
Prop prince prize proof prizeproof, pry pray. | |
When the word of your ward was the sword by your side | |
And you dug up the deed in the dump where he died, | |
You seemed beside yourself you' re wandering all your wealth. ' | |
While the warp and the woof of your words were worked | |
By perpetually pushing spirits and beers, | |
Cause the coffin the cradle the curse | |
Were woven even worse. | |
Since the ' sary sends signs out the fire to whom it may concern: | |
Cause the coffin is for me cause | |
I have nothing to do with it | |
And the cradle is for me cause the old dragon attacked me in it | |
And the purse is for me because | |
I don' t have money nor friends. |
Back the bus he cussed " | |
Space suits! | |
Blackened boots! | |
Lad, little | |
Lad," he sad, " | |
I' ve a tip for you: | |
See, what about me: what about her? | |
What about me?" | |
For five dollars | |
I walked him to his | |
Mom' s And on the threshold he said straight and calm, " | |
See what about me: what about her? | |
What about me?" | |
Can' t kiss cousin | |
Chris could knight, turn off the light, | |
With what why' s we wave. | |
What wish? | |
It came true. | |
See, what about me. | |
What about her? | |
What about me. | |
T' ord ta tippy top | |
Tommy tonguetied talked, | |
Tricked Trish tra trance which church chitchat. | |
Nana nots no know, so down the firehouse we go. | |
Fireman Frank friendly fed feefree | |
Dank dusty doughnuts den da dribble drank. | |
Driven droopy drunken in | |
Clinton lake we' ve sunk in. | |
So Tomy, look here what you did: | |
Barnacle Bill' s bound bonus bid. | |
My mommy must a made up my mind | |
Many months me for | |
Mandy Miller resigned. | |
Right raise rank rise rust and how she ever fussed! | |
About that outlout doubtroute scout | |
Seems he liked someone better than her. | |
Oh! Tommy | |
Trish and | |
Frank You can talk me to the bank. | |
So I can bring a little extra today, | |
Prop prince prize proof prizeproof, pry pray. | |
When the word of your ward was the sword by your side | |
And you dug up the deed in the dump where he died, | |
You seemed beside yourself you' re wandering all your wealth. ' | |
While the warp and the woof of your words were worked | |
By perpetually pushing spirits and beers, | |
Cause the coffin the cradle the curse | |
Were woven even worse. | |
Since the ' sary sends signs out the fire to whom it may concern: | |
Cause the coffin is for me cause | |
I have nothing to do with it | |
And the cradle is for me cause the old dragon attacked me in it | |
And the purse is for me because | |
I don' t have money nor friends. |