CDX2
CG
CDDG
Behind the shades thoughts a'flutter.
Singing it crisp without a stutter.
Finishing off each and every line.
Picking melodies and busting ryhmes.
Stomp the floor with a tambourine.
The Harp honks, the lyrics bleed.
Keep it quiet between the tunes.
Jam all night, howl to the moon.
DCG
CG
X2
Those audience eyes.
Glassy and stoned.
Those audience cries.
The wails, the screams, the moans.
What's the worse that could go wrong.
A broken string, or a butchered song.
Originals covered up with the covers.
Bout bandits, and jokers, and heartbroken lovers.
