Good Grief

Since I'm putting down

All of the true things around, but I like it

Handed down the crown

Given the jewels and the answers of may

Thought of being ousted

Comes and goes, comes and goes

When I think about it

The wind blows



Hate it, hate it, hate it, hate it

Hate it, hate it, hate it



Run me out of town

Somewhere a move might intended a gown at

Pissed at all the bowels

Always the blues and a delicate smile

Missed all of the sideways

Gull and noun, gull and noun

Chills and petty band-aids

Wrapped around



Hate it, hate it, hate it, hate it

Hate it, hate it, hate it



Good grief

Good grief



Since I'm putting down

All of the true things around, but I like it

Handed down the crown

Given the jewels and the answers of may

Thought of being ousted

Comes and goes, come and goes

When I think about it

The wind blows



Hate it, hate it, hate it, hate it

Hate it, hate it, hate it