Little America歌词

作词 : Berry, Buck, Mills, Stipe
I can’t see myself at thirty，
I don’t buy a lacquered thirty
Caught like flies，
preserved for tomorrow’s jewelery， again

Lighted in the amber yard，
a green shellback， green shellback
Preserved for tomorrow’s eyes，
in tree beer tar-black brer sap

The biggest wagon is the empty wagon is the noisiest
The consul a horse，
Jefferson I think we’re lost

Who will tend the farm museums?
Who will dust today’s belongings?
Who will sweep the floors，
hedging near the givens?

Rally round your leaders it’s the mediator season
Diane is on the beach，
do you realize the life she’s led?
The biggest wagon is the empty wagon is the noisiest
The consul a horse，
oh man I think we’re lost
The biggest wagon is the empty wagon is the noisiest
A matter of course， Jefferson， Jeffer

Lighted in the amber yard，
， a green shellbackgreen shellback
Sky-lied， sty-tied， Nero pie-tied，
in tree tar-black brer sap
Reason has harnessed the tame，
a lodging， not stockader’s game
Another Greenville，
another Magic Mart， Jeffer， grab your fiddle

The biggest wagon is the empty wagon is the noisiest
The consul a horse， Jefferson I think we’re lost

The biggest wagon is the empty wagon is the noisiest
The consul a horse， Jefferson I think we’re lost