You have spoken
The photo's fading
And nothing is going right
A shooter's hand
To turn a cheek to
A cough in an empty room at night
Leaves are eyes
That look inside
A secret society
Here's victory now if
That's what you're into
Just take it away from me
"May God strike me dead"
she shouted from her bed
I said "Look at your mouth
It's bleeding now and so all pours out
Too easily you choose
My version of the truth
When all I ask of you
Is send me a postcard when you get there"
A monkey's tooth
A lukewarm bath
A stray dog out in the driveway
Here's Albany in a photo finish
Just wipe the dust away
"May God strike me dead"
she shouted from her bed
I said "Look at your mouth
It's bleeding now and so all pours out
Too easily you choose
My version of the truth
When all I ask of you
Is send me a postcard when you get there"
Yeah, when you get down there
Send me a postcard
Yeah, when you get down there
Wherfore art thou
Johnny Carson?
Retired and never coming back
A backroom basement
A sixty watt bulb
There's nothing that I lack
"May God strike me dead"
she shouted from her bed
I said "Look at your mouth
It's bleeding now and so all pours out
Too easily you choose
My version of the truth
When all I ask of you
Is send me a postcard when you get there"
Yeah, when you get down there
Send me a postcard
Yeah, when you get down there
Send to me a postcard from anywhere
Send to me a postcard from anywhere
Send to me a postcard from anywhere
Buffalo Tom - Postcard Lyrics
Buffalo Tom - Postcard Lyrics
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You have spoken
The photo's fading
And nothing is going right
A shooter's hand
To turn a cheek to
A cough in an empty room at night
Leaves are eyes
That look inside
A secret society
Here's victory now if
That's what you're into
Just take it away from me
"May God strike me dead"
she shouted from her bed
I said "Look at your mouth
It's bleeding now and so all pours out
Too easily you choose
My version of the truth
When all I ask of you
Is send me a postcard when you get there"
A monkey's tooth
A lukewarm bath
A stray dog out in the driveway
Here's Albany in a photo finish
Just wipe the dust away
"May God strike me dead"
she shouted from her bed
I said "Look at your mouth
It's bleeding now and so all pours out
Too easily you choose
My version of the truth
When all I ask of you
Is send me a postcard when you get there"
Yeah, when you get down there
Send me a postcard
Yeah, when you get down there
Wherfore art thou
Johnny Carson?
Retired and never coming back
A backroom basement
A sixty watt bulb
There's nothing that I lack
"May God strike me dead"
she shouted from her bed
I said "Look at your mouth
It's bleeding now and so all pours out
Too easily you choose
My version of the truth
When all I ask of you
Is send me a postcard when you get there"
Yeah, when you get down there
Send me a postcard
Yeah, when you get down there
Send to me a postcard from anywhere
Send to me a postcard from anywhere
Send to me a postcard from anywhere
The photo's fading
And nothing is going right
A shooter's hand
To turn a cheek to
A cough in an empty room at night
Leaves are eyes
That look inside
A secret society
Here's victory now if
That's what you're into
Just take it away from me
"May God strike me dead"
she shouted from her bed
I said "Look at your mouth
It's bleeding now and so all pours out
Too easily you choose
My version of the truth
When all I ask of you
Is send me a postcard when you get there"
A monkey's tooth
A lukewarm bath
A stray dog out in the driveway
Here's Albany in a photo finish
Just wipe the dust away
"May God strike me dead"
she shouted from her bed
I said "Look at your mouth
It's bleeding now and so all pours out
Too easily you choose
My version of the truth
When all I ask of you
Is send me a postcard when you get there"
Yeah, when you get down there
Send me a postcard
Yeah, when you get down there
Wherfore art thou
Johnny Carson?
Retired and never coming back
A backroom basement
A sixty watt bulb
There's nothing that I lack
"May God strike me dead"
she shouted from her bed
I said "Look at your mouth
It's bleeding now and so all pours out
Too easily you choose
My version of the truth
When all I ask of you
Is send me a postcard when you get there"
Yeah, when you get down there
Send me a postcard
Yeah, when you get down there
Send to me a postcard from anywhere
Send to me a postcard from anywhere
Send to me a postcard from anywhere
Writer: COLBOURN, JANOVITZ, MAGINNIS
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management