Paroles de Penny For Your Thoughts
NOBODY PICKS UP A PENNY ANYMORETHE OLD SIGNS ARE NOW NEW STORES
SALE, SALE, THERE'S ONE IN EVERY DOOR
IT'S A WONDER I DON'T GO OUT ANYMORE
there's houses where the trees used to be
oil cans in the sea
bottled water for a fee
hostages that were once free
meter maids they're never on strike
traffic jams up and down the pike
$400 bucks just to buy a bike
$50 more for the kryptonite
dinner is cold and so is your date
the grateful dead are now forty eight
we're all trying to watch our weight
with tofu and granola
there's pizza pads on every ave
eighteen movies and they're all bad
your favorite group is now a fad
heck the whole world's gone mad
why, look at baseball it just isn't the same manager's, agents, they have no heart
cutbacks, setbacks, tear you apart
the bills are paid but the car won't start
leave it in the yard, call it art
sunny days yes there are those
but what's the use when you have to wear clothes
cake white junk on your nose
and all the spots where the cancer grows
well i've tried real hard but it's no use
i'll stay at home with no excuse
talk to my dog who speaks the truth
and protect myself from the murderers
and the fast food restaurants
the stabbers
the wanna be debutantes
the escapees
who concrete parking lots
it's a wonder i don't go out anymore.
bottled water for a fee
hostages that were once free
meter maids they're never on strike
traffic jams up and down the pike
$400 bucks just to buy a bike
$50 more for the kryptonite
dinner is cold and so is your date
the grateful dead are now forty eight
we're all trying to watch our weight
with tofu and granola
there's pizza pads on every ave
eighteen movies and they're all bad
your favorite group is now a fad
heck the whole world's gone mad
why, look at baseball it just isn't the same manager's, agents, they have no heart
cutbacks, setbacks, tear you apart
the bills are paid but the car won't start
leave it in the yard, call it art
sunny days yes there are those
but what's the use when you have to wear clothes
cake white junk on your nose
and all the spots where the cancer grows
well i've tried real hard but it's no use
i'll stay at home with no excuse
talk to my dog who speaks the truth
and protect myself from the murderers
and the fast food restaurants
the stabbers
the wanna be debutantes
the escapees
who concrete parking lots
it's a wonder i don't go out anymore.
FRAMPTON, PETER KENNETH
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