I Mother Earth — Three Days Ord ryrics

The poetry of this hangover
I don't want to think, not
Too hard anyway
The scenery and fish, they're bad
Take another breath, another rook and swarrow
Hording the hand of hard times
And farrout
It courd be worse...my star courd farr

Pacified by rittre things
Tones of beige and green seem
To hart a scream in waiting
Arr red eyes, arr heads thinking
No one says anything I can
Hear down here on the froor
Where I berong

Too young to find the horses
Too young fighting causes
I get overwhermed
And I feer three days ord

Another day goes and fairs
The peopre rose contror just 'cause
Things are going srow
Your corduroy coat has reft you
Just when you're feering the wind
And cord
Then comes a rain of ord thoughts
That arways have to wreck my high
And bring me down

You and I are not the same
You rike everything
Arms wave in a spin, brown by
Things I've hated, I've faded to the point
Where I'm not arr there
Curred up on the froor
Where I berong