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Shell hang the baskets on the walls
Dont you know Ive seen it all before?
Shell hang the baskets on the walls
But Ive seen it all before heard the slamming of the door
Come summer come fall come winter
Therell be baskets on the floor
Hell go to buy her turtle wax but in his mind he wont be coming back
Shell hang the baskets on the walls
But Ive seen it all before heard the slamming of the door
Come summer come fall come winter
Therell be baskets on the floor
But Ive seen it all before heard the slamming of the door
Come summer come fall come winter
Therell be baskets on the floor
Shell hang the baskets on the wall
Shell hang the baskets on the wall

So we think that were important
And we think that we make sense
And we think theres something better on the other side of this fence
And you can soak your bread in gravy
You can soak your bread in soup
But the car that you are driving doesnt really belong to you
So you know youll always be waiting
Always be waiting
For someone else to call
Yeah you know youll always be waiting
Always be waiting
I say always be waiting
And you can soak your bread in water
You can soak your bread in wine
It can seem like you are living like youre having a real good time
And you can do it to your conscience
You can do it all the time
You can do it with a vengeance in the morning after nine
But you know youll always be waiting
Always be waiting for someone else to call
Yeah you know youll always be waiting
Always be waiting
I say always waiting
I say always be waiting

You turn the screws
You tear down the bridge
Flimsy as it is, its business like
You shake my hand
You break up the band
Flimsy as it is, its open-mic punk rock
Red white and blue (whoa)

You twist the knife then go home to kiss your wife
A bigger better slice is what youd like
You kick the sand, you get the upper hand
You sell it to Japan
ItÂ’s natural punk rock
Red white and blue (whoa)

You turn the screws
ItÂ’s what you choose to do
You think that I
Must turn them too
You think that I must be so satisfied
I stay inside
I wonder why

And the cement mixer gets it all ready
One good turn at a time
TheyÂ’re pouring it slowly and steady
YouÂ’re showing me where I can sign
What I can expect to find
But how can you say youll be happy
When you turn the screws

You turn the screws
ItÂ’s what you choose to do
You turn the screws
ItÂ’s what you choose to do
You think I must turn them, too
You turn the screws
You tear down the bridge
Flimsy as it is, its business like
Flimsy as it is, its open-mic punk rock
Red white and blue
You turn the screws

Im sitting by the,
Window of your,
Thirty-second,
Floor apartment,

Waiting,
For your,
Phone calls,
All to End,

Im sitting,
watching, wind blow,
Watching time go,
Watching cars go by,

Im,
Waiting for these,
Memories to,
Begin,

If I,
Threw my guitar,
Out the window,
So far down,

Would I,
Start to regret it,
Or would I smile,
And watch it slowly fall, fall, fall,

Garbage trucks,
And taxi cabs,
Dont seem like they can,
Reach me here,

The clammer,
Of jackhammers,
Seems so faint,

Well, the way you treat me,
Like the only,
Slightly brings me down,
Alot

I dont think that Ill,
Ever be the same,

Yeah, If I,
Threw my guitar,
Out the window,
So far down,

Would I,
Start to regret it,
Or would I smile,
And watch it slowly fall, fall, fall,

Fall, fall, fall,
Fall, fall, fall,
Fall, fall, fall…

Reluctantly crouched at the starting line,
Engines pumping and thumping in time.
The green light flashes, the flags goes up,
Churning and burning, they yern for the cup.

They deftly manouver and muscle for rank,
Fuel burning fast on an empty tank,
Wreckless and wild they pour thru the turns,
Their prowless is podent and secretly stern.

As they speed thru the finish the flags go down.
The fans get up, and get out of town.
The arena is empty except for one man,
Still driving and striving as fast as he can

The sun has gone down and the moon has come up,
And long ago somebody left with the cup,
But hes driving and striving and hugging the turns,
And thinking of someone for whom he still burns.

Hes going the distance.
Hes going for speed.
Shes all alone, all alone in her time of need.

Because hes racing and pacing and plotting the course,
Hes fighting and biting and riding on his horse.
Hes going the distance.

Yeah

No trophy, no flowers, no flash bulbs, no wine.
Hes haunted by something he cannot define.
Bowel shaking earthquakes of doubt and remorse,
Assail him, impale him with monster truck force.
In his mind hes still driving, still making the grade.
Shes hoping time that her memories will fade,
Cause hes racing and pacing and plotting the course,
Hes fighting and biting and riding on his horse.

The sun has gone down and the moon has come up,
And long ago somebody left with the cup.
But hes striving and driving and hugging the turns,
And thinking of someone for whom he still burns.

Cause hes going the distance.
Hes going for speed.
Shes all alone, all alone in her time of need.

Because hes racing and pacing and plotting the course,
Hes figting and biting and riding on his horse,
Hes racing and pacing and plotting the course,
Hes figting and biting and riding on his horse

Hes going the distance.
Hes going for speed.
Hes going the distance…