Red Blue Eyes

i'd shave my face into clark gable's

but i wouldn't be at my best

i do my talking at coffee tables

i like a setting sun in the west

ow don't you hate it when people are not what they seem

i love it when water doesn't turn into steam

my breed is a melancholy one

i'm skinny and slow with a hairy chest

i only want the hole in one

i like a setting sun in the west

ow don(t you hate it when you waste your brain playing games

i love it when people just sound like their names

i try to open my red blue eyes

always on time at least

i like my songs alphabetized

i like a rising sun in the east

ow i love it when night falls on hoboken

it will fall again, truer word was never spoken