Tim [Expanded Edition]

Bring your own lampshade, somewhere there's a party Here it's never endin', can't remember when it started Pass around the lampshade, there'll be plenty enough room in jail If bein' wrong's a crime, I'm serving forever If bein' strong's your kind, th

On the bus, that's where we're ridin' On the bus, okay, don't say hi, then Your tongue, your transfer, Your hand, your answer On the bus, everyone's lookin' forward On the bus, I am lookin' forward And everything ain't okay I might die 'fore Monday T

Well a person can work up a mean mean thirst after a hard day of nothin' much at all Summer's passed, it's too late to cut the grass There ain't much to rake anyway in the fall And sometimes I just ain't in the mood to take my place in back with the

God, what a mess, on the ladder of success Where you take one step and miss the whole first rung Dreams unfulfilled, graduate unskilled It beats pickin' cotton and waitin' to be forgotten Wait on, the sons of no one, bastards of young Wait on, the so

You and I fall together You and I sleep alone After all, things might be better After 1, and there's one that's long gone For the moon you keep shootin' Throw your rope up in the air For the kids you stay together You nap 'em and you slap 'em in a hi