Text: Herman Dune. 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
now 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
now 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
now i love it when night falls on hoboken
it will fall again, truer word was never spoken