Do your math!
Eat your clams!
I always hated the L.A. Rams.
Climb up on the roof,
(To watch the police)
As a shadow wanders across your room.
(Get the wind back)
(I want a paper towel)
Wishing you was Roseanne Cash and I was Roger Crowell.
Groom your trees, groom your shrubs,
Pounding pictures in a labored pose
Conspiracy to keep me under wraps,
I signed the document, well I guess my ass is grass.
Stoke a candle, thumb through a book,
A autobiography of an infamous crook.
Vic Chesnutt - Cash Lyrics
Vic Chesnutt - Cash Lyrics
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Do your math!
Eat your clams!
I always hated the L.A. Rams.
Climb up on the roof,
(To watch the police)
As a shadow wanders across your room.
(Get the wind back)
(I want a paper towel)
Wishing you was Roseanne Cash and I was Roger Crowell.
Groom your trees, groom your shrubs,
Pounding pictures in a labored pose
Conspiracy to keep me under wraps,
I signed the document, well I guess my ass is grass.
Stoke a candle, thumb through a book,
A autobiography of an infamous crook.
Eat your clams!
I always hated the L.A. Rams.
Climb up on the roof,
(To watch the police)
As a shadow wanders across your room.
(Get the wind back)
(I want a paper towel)
Wishing you was Roseanne Cash and I was Roger Crowell.
Groom your trees, groom your shrubs,
Pounding pictures in a labored pose
Conspiracy to keep me under wraps,
I signed the document, well I guess my ass is grass.
Stoke a candle, thumb through a book,
A autobiography of an infamous crook.
Writer: VIC CHESNUTT
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management