Ms Haha
Kristin Hersh
He shall party it down
Seashells under his ground
Come back, mr. Bones
To the crap shack we call home
If i gave in we'd have today
What more were we gonna have anyway?
Come back, Mr. Bones
To the flashback we call home
Press your palm against your heart
Your racing heart
Make it stop
"I understand all grandeur's delusion, man"
"Ms. Haha, ma'am, are you to home?"
You were there for the first time
Spewing care at the worst time
Come back, mr. Bones
To the flashback we call home
