Gratitude

Well Well Well, there ain't no other other Well, there ain't no other other, Lord There ain't no other other Well, there ain't no other other Well, there ain't no other other Well I better not fuck this up Well I better not fuck this up Aha long a way Well we better not fuck this up Well we better not fuck this up Ah, leave it lone Well it's two lines on 'em And were pairing 'em down the cost Well it's two lines on 'em Well ya better not put up a fuss Well, I'm wide awake Whoo Well you better not fuck this up Well you better not fuck this up While I'm away Well, there ain't no other other Well, there ain't no other other I would bet a fortune Where they tugging the bed, the foreground (Well, there ain't no other other) Have we been here before? (La) Where they tugging the bed, the foreground Well I'm on my big bean field In the palm of your hand And the palms are decimation where glass glaze lay dead Well there's six whole fucking nations And who knows where they lay Well you won't baylta patch that With a one slap slain sleigh And that bread dont even cost no bread On my mast head And that bed ain't even made up and the swing side cape dup Well there's Indians in the graveyard and we built on top them Well I wanna comprehend ya But that's hard to give way (Ah) Do we really know what happened to the clamped winter pass I would'a bet a coat over highway pass For every lil' young ripple slapped on the back Well I wanna comprehend you, said no overpass The very young thing chad with the sweater back Said he ain't known no love so he just attacks But I known a couple lovers, some were quarterbacks See can't you see hon that there's two a' that Now? Well, there ain't no other other (other) There ain't no other other Well, there ain't no other other Well, there ain't no other other For by a still water --- Gratitude - Big Red Machine