| Pavement – Ed Aims Lyrics | 17 years ago |
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There's no fire A charming face on his sister A darling face on his sister And a dour face on his sister A bratty face on his sister I wish I could But I can't handle her at all Give me your lens-cap please There's a chief investigator standing in the middle of the street Where his aunt was slashed last night once they running from market to the hydrant And he can't do his job properly Cause she gave him the favorite presents every holiday And he dearly misses her So they call So they call Run, run me down So they called a private investigator with a long nose and a large pipe with no problem Picks up the assailant leaning on a large leg in a valley sixty miles away You know what he said? He did the crime, but I'm doing the time, chief investigator! This is a song about lonely Edward Franklin Aims Out of a job Steadies himself as a tinker Has his two children shoveling small plates under the chin Amateurs, scraps of change and tenement men And one case separated him from the decent and stress filled life They're keeping it somewhere in a small museum outside of Copenhagen He looks off into the ocean Respect to the Vikings And the Caucasian warriors I lost, it's lost |
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