Слова:
Make Do And Mend Hand Me Downs

them again. I've seen the look on the faces of friends, wondering where the fuck I've been when they catch me staring at my hands again. Would you believe me

goin' off to deep end But now we got a chance, my friend To mend, and make the colors blend Let's all go out on a picnic, kick shit And squash all the

the holes up and I'm mending the seams Take the hands off the clock, change the batteries If it's down to this then it's up to me. I'll do it myself

? And would you call those friends you never see? Reminisce old memories? Would you forgive your enemies? And would you find that one you're dreaming of? Swear up and down

of me getting over And over and over and over and over again Now tell me are you gonna let me in? For it's getting hot what I have have not Give me a

and human, Have been unscrupulously exploited. Peoples' pride and dignity is burnt in Napalm And hand-held flame-throwers. The poor and underprivileged

livid and pallid and turgid and structured and structured and structured and structured and structured and regard and refrain, the sick and the dumb,

left in the spring Her and the drifter, lookin' for beautiful things And I want you to clap your hands Awwww Come on and clap your hands everybody

it real this love that you have offered me so freely You tell me that you love me but darling do you really Don't make me love and lose again don't make me