Shape Of Things - Jim Guthrie

I wish they’d put up every street for sale

It wouldn’t be all that hard

I think they’d sell quite well

And change all the plastic into wood

Burn all our cash

Yeah, that would be good!

Watch out

Cause nothing is ever as it seems

To find the bell that always rings

It’s in the shape of things

And make the time

To find a world

That i’ve denied myself for years

And hug my stone

In the graveyard

Ahhhhhhh

Just take it

Fake it left

Deke out the guard