Reliéf - SUBURBAN STREET

Crest fallen sidekick in an old cafe
never slept with a dream before he had to go away
there´s a bell in the tower Uncle Ray bought a round
don´t worry ´bout the army in the cold cold ground

Now don´t be cry baby when there´s wood in the shed
there´s a bird in the chimney and a stone in my bed
when the road´s washed out they pass the bottle around
and wait in the arms of the cold cold ground

cold cold ground, could cold groun, cold cold ground

there´s a ribbon in the willow and a tire swing rope
and a briar patch of berries taking over the slope
the cat´ll sleep in the mailbox and we´ll never go to town
till we bury every dream in the cold cold ground

take a weathervane rooster throw rocks at his head
stop talking to the neighbors till we all go dead
beware of my temper and the dog that I´ve found
break all the windows in the cold cold ground