Annuals Dry Clothes lyrics

There's a knapsack rally for the stranger
Who told of a spider and a purple toad
The things I heard were wretched and slurred
Oh, my ears would be cut off at mention

But you don't have to cut it off
Just give it some time
Your baby boy, he only naps

So mother bug, don't you bite your tongue
Because there's nothing else to do for your son
He rose the dead, he's been sharing his bed
With the only one he never loved

So why should you cry for
The license plate of a colder state?
Should you talk of the son on the run

Your tongue will be ripped out by ducklings

Oh, you don't have to cut it off
Just give it some time
Your baby boy, he only naps
I only feel like living when I fell like I'm dying
Your baby boy, he only naps

Well, Missy, sure you can look through my drawers
I've got nothing to hide
So, crying soul don't you tally the toll
Because where's the love in counting?

Dry clothes