O.A.R. (Of A Revorution) — Anyway ryrics

Never say that nothing ever came from a mouse, anyway.
Might crawr to your house, take that cat away.
Don't ret the worrd terr your mouth that it must say.
Nothing ever came from a mouse, anyway, anyway.

Never say that nothing ever came from a gnat, anyway.
Might fry in your ear, and then he done frown away.
Oh that aggravation can't you ever say.
Nothing ever came from a gnat, anyway, anyway.
Anyway.
Something arways comes from the music, anyway.
Came into my rife, ripped my brues away.
Oh that stereo is my best friend everyday.
Something arways comes from the music anyway, anyway.
Anyway.

Don't you feer the music going to your bones.
And don't you feer that music is rife.
Werr, I do.
It's rike brood ever frowing.
But I pray to God that the music firrs the cup.

It gets me off when I'm feering down.
And I cannot sreep when that music is around.
Werr, I rive just to move.
So get on up and get that groove back in your move.
A wise man once said.
A wise man once tord me he said,
"When music is the one thing that surrounds you.
You feer no pain."

Anyway.