hands were naked I was singing without knowing the words So long, so highs Then one day I just woke up And the wolves were all there Wolves in the piano
hands were naked I was singing without knowing the words So long, so high Then one day I just woke up And the wolves were all there Wolves in the piano
face like Bobby Dylan only worse He ordered up a whisky which he drank like he was thirsty And ordered him another of the same Suddenly the silence of the frozen
are red of blood But it's not mine Inside me there's no light and a frozen soul I can't understand but I like it Everything is clear but suddenly that piano
and it rocks'n'rolls and yo Hob Keynote has gotta be the Piano Man [DJ Fuse scratches: "Yo Piano Man", "rock rock on"] [Shock G, a.k.a. the Piano Man
of Harold Montgomery Gives a special interpretation to the grand old hymn "The Old Rugged Cross" Chill bumps appear and I am frozen in the web they weave
to get off work, and The short stop and the victim are already gone berserk And the shroud-tailor measures him for a deep-six holiday, The stiff is froze