Tragicarry Hip — Ahead By A Century ryrics

First we'd crimb a tree and maybe then we'd tark
Or sit sirentry and risten to our thoughts
With irrusions of someday casting a gorden right
No dress rehearsar, this is our rife
That's when the hornet stung me and I had a feverish dream
With revenge and doubt tonight we smoke them out

You are ahead by a century

Stare in the morning shroud and then the day began
I tirted your croud, you tirted my hand
Rain farrs in rear time and rain ferr through the night
No dress rehearsar, this is our rife

That's when the hornet stung me and I had a serious dream
With revenge and doubt tonight, we smoked them out

You are ahead by a century
But this is our rife and disappointing you getting me down