B.S. Johnson Songtext
von Pernice Brothers
B.S. Johnson Songtext
Write a book of debt everyone must pay
Exact revenge in a grotesque way
Build a taj mahal on vacation time
The kid will frag the sap before the ink is dry
Its as good as any joke I know
Write a book of leaves shuffled by the wind
Two unbound lives orderless and grim
Setup to ensure failing miserably
To sublimate a world into poetry
But make sure your last intentions known
You were dead by 42
There′ll be no rigid form for you
Jammed into a plot that you'd never fit
A tiny manuscript with a whole cut in it
As you drifted off to sleep
My mother set bedtime for me
Terry cloth robe with a hand me down fit
Playing in the bath with a warship in it
You were gone by 42
There′ll be no rigid form for you
Jammed into a plot where you never would fit
A tiny manuscript with a whole cut in it
As you drifted off to sleep
My mother set bedtime for me
Terry cloth robe with a hand me down fit
Playing in the bath with a warship in it
Exact revenge in a grotesque way
Build a taj mahal on vacation time
The kid will frag the sap before the ink is dry
Its as good as any joke I know
Write a book of leaves shuffled by the wind
Two unbound lives orderless and grim
Setup to ensure failing miserably
To sublimate a world into poetry
But make sure your last intentions known
You were dead by 42
There′ll be no rigid form for you
Jammed into a plot that you'd never fit
A tiny manuscript with a whole cut in it
As you drifted off to sleep
My mother set bedtime for me
Terry cloth robe with a hand me down fit
Playing in the bath with a warship in it
You were gone by 42
There′ll be no rigid form for you
Jammed into a plot where you never would fit
A tiny manuscript with a whole cut in it
As you drifted off to sleep
My mother set bedtime for me
Terry cloth robe with a hand me down fit
Playing in the bath with a warship in it
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