Sky Full Of Holes

They opened up a bar called Living Hell Right from the start it didn't go too well They didn't have the vibe or quite the right clientele They bought a velvet rope and the doorman laughed They got robbed blind by half the waitstaff Six short weeks an

Peace sign on the window Japanese car You will remember the pap on the radio Big blue policeman says stay where you are Surrender your Chinese arms Rock show Romeo Black and white shoes Strawberry haircut, in fist-pumping prime Scrape off the dross,

A Road Song Fountains of Wayne We're still in Wisconsin as far as I know Today was Green Bay and tomorrow Chicago Wish I was lying, but there isn't much to report My phone is dying, so I've got to keep it short I just wanted to say hey I've been writ

Sometime after sunset He is on his hands and knees He is searching for his keys At a small Vietnamese place On East 11th Street His daughters both at once say Can we just get going please? As his wife begins to sneeze And his son is throwing peas And

She's been afraid of the Cuisinart since 1977 Now when she opens up the house Well, she won't set foot in the kitchen Her brother's dating an architect They're coming up for the weekend He never gave her the proper respect But she still meets the fer

Written by C. Collingwood He can knock down the wall Build it up strong Set the flagstones in a path With a nail and a hammer Barrow and saw See about the hole in the roof And the gathered all breathe A sigh of relief At completion of a well-laid pla