Give the piano player a drink Because he's bringing me down He's got rhythm, yeah, when he stomps his feet He sends me right off to sleep Check all
to you It's not culture, it's not a code of La Costra Nostra to roast ya I get a little closer Rock you to sleep like I got these little bitches, come
a charmed life, we going back in the years Imagining if my whole world what I been around the sun twenty-five times And I still find new ways to recognize
To all the fun that I had When nothing ever seemed to bother me But what can you do? Child, what can you do? Sleep beneath the stars and toil in the sun
her where she's goin' She said, "Far away from you" Stuck here on my own now Diggin' down deep I don't understand it But I ain't losin' sleep I'm not
And only weeks before the guns All came and rained on everyone Now she's a little boy in Spain Playing pianos filled with flames On empty rings around the sun
Don't ask me where I'm going 'cause I'm sure it's off the charts I'll pin your likeness on the wall right by my sleeping head I'll send you cards and
otherworldly dreamer papa satan's grand piano papa satan's grand piano dreaming of the sad inside otherworldly dreamer papa satan's grand piano papa satan's grand piano
Give the piano player a drink Because he's bringing me down He's got rhythm, when he stomps his feet He moves me right off to sleep Check all your razors
a word But they held him and rocked him and sang him to sleep And talked to him as if he really heard And he grew with the sun and affection Though his
tock, so, so slow It says 'Yes', it says 'No' It says, "I wait for you" The old folks dream no more Their books have gone to sleep The piano's out of
tocks oh so slow, it says, "Yes," it says, "No" It says, "I'll wait for you." The old folks dream no more The books have gone to sleep, the piano's out
. While you are sleeping, the new day comes creeping And life keeps on passing you by Magic unfolds when the blue meets the gold And the sun comes to
eyes The smell of the wax on the wooden floor Mixture of polish and soap No children to fear or to play with Rows of empty hooks for the coats An upright piano
eyes, but I was too stubborn to blink and I slept inside the piano 'til the rain was gone And I woke up when I saw the sun And wiped the sleep from
on sing till the sky turns barren the earth turns old Can also press here and there to see which programme's most happening If feel really bored can also bury (your) head have a good sleep Watch sun
poison, war, and sickness dwell, And poppy or charms can make us sleep as well And better than thy stroke; why swell'st thou then? One short sleep past
, but signatured in cursive style Motherfuckers be tattle tailing like they taking names So when they take a son they drive by I'll be taking aim Pressure to pian, are you able to maintain, where the sun