mrs. carver says shes sorry

she knows enought to worrie

but what does she know about cryin'



belives the town is sinking

the price of forward thinking

you stay up all night half the time

rackin' your mind alone at night

while all the nabors sleep tight



years ago she lost her daughter

off to a sacred order

where they get stoned and work the earth



clears up her head with burben

cause bear is so saburben

and day class a for what its worth



she drinks it down down down

for all the old old days

shes thinking of it now its nice to get away

but what a fine day for a paraid



she stays up mending curtains

untill her fingers hurting

you can get so board of it all

knowone can say for certin

she'll never safely know when

an astiroid will kill us all



she dirnks it down down down

for all of the old old days

shes thinking of it now its nice to get away

but what a fine day for a paraid



she drinks it down down down

for all of the old old days

shes thinking of it know its nice to get away

but what a fine day for a paraid



but what a fine day for a paraid



but what a fine day for a paraid



but what a fine day for a paraid



but what a fine day for a paraid