Speak into my good ear speak slowly and enunciate
It was ten thousand years ago but my head's still ringing
I'd never heard a gunshot before I heard that gunshot
The greatest story every told punctuated with a bullet passing chamber
To chamber through walls like an apparition body made of stained
Glass strange it didn't shatter floating like a feather down
Through a hole in the ice the greatest story ever told ends underwater
What this old thing I look like such a mess the house is on fire
There'll be nothing left speak into my good ear speak slowly
And enunciate it was ten thousand years ago but my head's still ringing
I'd never heard a gunshot before I heard that gunshot the greatest story every told
Punctuated with a bullet what this old thing I look like such a mess
When the house burns down you won't have to pay rent
Theory/Theory - Isabella, MN 1981 Lyrics
Theory/Theory - Isabella, MN 1981 Lyrics
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Speak into my good ear speak slowly and enunciate
It was ten thousand years ago but my head's still ringing
I'd never heard a gunshot before I heard that gunshot
The greatest story every told punctuated with a bullet passing chamber
To chamber through walls like an apparition body made of stained
Glass strange it didn't shatter floating like a feather down
Through a hole in the ice the greatest story ever told ends underwater
What this old thing I look like such a mess the house is on fire
There'll be nothing left speak into my good ear speak slowly
And enunciate it was ten thousand years ago but my head's still ringing
I'd never heard a gunshot before I heard that gunshot the greatest story every told
Punctuated with a bullet what this old thing I look like such a mess
When the house burns down you won't have to pay rent
It was ten thousand years ago but my head's still ringing
I'd never heard a gunshot before I heard that gunshot
The greatest story every told punctuated with a bullet passing chamber
To chamber through walls like an apparition body made of stained
Glass strange it didn't shatter floating like a feather down
Through a hole in the ice the greatest story ever told ends underwater
What this old thing I look like such a mess the house is on fire
There'll be nothing left speak into my good ear speak slowly
And enunciate it was ten thousand years ago but my head's still ringing
I'd never heard a gunshot before I heard that gunshot the greatest story every told
Punctuated with a bullet what this old thing I look like such a mess
When the house burns down you won't have to pay rent
Writer: Ryan Nelson
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