Superabound lyrics
by Frank Black
You heard the sun todayThere she blows, there she blowsYou saw the wind a'shiningYou don't know, you don't knowYou felt a tree that does fallYou don't know, that's okYou don't have much taste for bouquetI'm bored with the valleys and bored with the peaksSo I bought a ticket to the freaksI saw a chicken with two headsSaw something else that was headlessThen p.t. said see the egress'cause you move when the salesman speaksI superaboundBut I still got nothing to doA space is made by telephoneThey thought time would be overthrownAnd they compiled a wish listFrom mars duels to a dish kissedI tried to talk to the ishistBut he was debating with his cloneI superaboundBut I still got nothing to doWell, they thought it was a coupBut they still got nothing to doYou must see my domicileI had it built in decastyleThe other day at the potlachCome visiting was a sasquatchHe said although I'm a mismatchCould I stay just for awhile? 'cause the likes of us are fewAnd we still got nothing to doI superaboundBut I still got nothing to do
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