A Soulful Punk Tune About a Working Class Dreamer lyrics
by The Holy Mess
[Verse]
I could've been the king of other flowers
And your rattlesnakes would be charmed and smiling hard
But we waited for too long
I could've been your golden boy in neckties
And your mother would be so pleased
I could've drove you home
But we waited for too long
[Chorus]
We had a dream last night
Church bells were ringing
(Texarkana's falling down!)
It was a long walk home
But I kept that feeling
Now we're deafened by the sound
I don't wanna hear another word of it
I don't wanna think about it anymore
Take those pills, don't call me in the morning
[Verse]
You could've been my lap dog sitting pretty
Answering every single call
It could've bombed
But we waited for too long
I could've been the king of other flowers
And your rattlesnakes would be charmed and smiling hard
But we waited for too long