There was a day in the graveyard With helicopters overhead I had a rose-petal bed and The sun on my shoes, and I knew, I knew, and I couldn’t see That if you could make another one of you Then you wouldn’t give the other one to me; oh If you could make another one of you Then you wouldn’t give the other one to me.
When the conductor fucks up You can’t blame the symphony So I won’t blame you If you don’t blame me. You were doing something else that day. You were doing something else that day. You were doing something else that day [You were doing something else that day.]