and now these few presidents
frowning in my pocket
can persuade no god
to let me let you talk, oh
these few presidents
drowning in my pocket
can persuade no god
to let me let you off
even though i haven't seen you in years
yours is a funeral i'd fly to from anywhere
only a couple typos in this one:
...i thought i had a pebble in my sock
...i thought, there is no paved street worthy
good work on all of these lyrics by the way
and now these few presidents frowning in my pocket can persuade no god to let me let you talk, oh these few presidents drowning in my pocket can persuade no god to let me let you off
even though i haven't seen you in years yours is a funeral i'd fly to from anywhere